Sticky Fingers: An Enemies To Lovers Romantic Comedy

by Starr, Tara

  I grew up without a family, and I made a promise to myself. I’m going to be the best fucking father that ever lived. When my kid tells a friend something like “My father is better than yours” I want it to be the fucking truth.

  “He’s fast asleep,” I tell Sonia as I crawl back into bed, draping one arm over her naked torso. “Hasn’t even moved.”

  “Good,” she whispers gently, pressing her warm body against mine and promptly falling back into a deep sleep.

  I stay awake for a while longer, just staring at the ceiling with a fucking stupid smile on my lips.

  Who’d have thought that my life would turn out like this? From cutting shady deals and lining my pockets with dirty money to becoming a respectable husband and father. An upstanding member of the community.

  Malcolm Push, you crazy motherfucker, you’ve really turned your fucking life around, haven’t you?

  God, it’s incredible how much things have changed in just a year.

  We got married, had a baby, and now spend more than six months a year in Europe—London and Italy mostly. See, with all the money I made when I sold my shady businesses, I had to reinvest all that.

  So, I decided to buy a casino in Monte Carlo. I know that some of you are probably gonna say that a casino isn’t such a respectable business, but bear with me, alright?

  There’s a pretty fucking wide chasm between running strips clubs and running a casino.

  And Sonia’s okay with that, and that’s all that matters to me.

  In case you’re wondering, we’ve kept my apartment in Clarendon Tower during the year we were gone. It’s not like we could leave New York behind forever, right?

  Besides, Daphne and Dominic still live there. So does Colt. And Taylor.

  And a host of other friends you haven’t met yet. And although they fly to visit us a lot...it always feels good to come back home to them.

  Besides, I’m not gonna lie, there’s a certain appeal about Clarendon Tower. It’s where Daphne and Dominic met, and where Sonia and I met. It’s almost as if the place is fucking magical.

  Speaking of Daphne and Dominic—or even Taylor and Ashley—you know that their stories are chronicled by Tara the same way ours is right?

  That’s right. Want to read about how Daphne and Dominic met and are fighting? Go to Tara’s website and check it out. When she sat down to write my story I wasn’t so sure.

  But then I saw her website, and I was impressed. You can check out the rest of the books in the series, too. Because there’s something about these people that, I guarantee, will make you keep coming back.

  I mean, the moment Dominic and I moved into this building, our lives immediately changed for the better. And, again, Dominic and I were two fucking hard cases. It’s gotta be magic, right?

  Of course, given that we spend so much time on the other side of the ocean, we decided to rent out Sonia’s apartment. We rented it out to a young girl who used to work for me as a stripper, and we put a very modest price tag on the lease—Sonia’s soft heart won the day, you see.

  But I get her, in a sense. It felt good to do something nice for someone that used to work for me. It felt as if I had come full-circle, from doing my very best to feed the greedy hole of my soul to actually giving back.

  It feels nice.

  “Sonia,” I call her, my tone soft so as not to wake the baby.

  “I’m here,” she mumbles as I brush a lock of her hair away from her face. “Something wrong?”

  “I was just thinking of how much I love you,” I tell her, looking straight into her eyes, my heart fucking melting into a puddle as she gives me one of her smiles.

  “Hey,” she says to me after a minute. “Let’s watch a movie.”

  “Okay,” I say back, not sure what brought this on. “Anything you want to watch?”

  “Yeah,” she says with a mischievous grin. “I think we should watch The Thomas Crowne Affair.”

  That’s a strange one. “Why that movie?” I ask her.

  “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough, baby,” she says with a wicked smile. “I think you’ll get a kick out of it.”

  I shake my head as I head to the couch.

  “Still not bored of me, are you?” she asks me. She’s got a twinkle in her eye. Something is up.

  “I’ll never get bored of you,” I whisper as I kiss her, the strawberry flavor of her lips making my heart beat faster. “You’re everything I’ve ever fucking wanted...no, needed. And I’ll never let go, Sonia. That’s a promise.”

  “I love you, Malcolm,” she whispers back to me, placing one arm over my chest and pulling me in. “Never forget about that.”

  “Never.”

  About the Author

  Hi there!

  I’m Tara Starr! I invite you to join me as I write sizzlingly hot romantic comedy!

  I promise you that if you give me a chance, I will make you laugh so hard. And then get really hot and bothered!

  My books are all in a series set in Clarendon Tower—the most exclusive and coveted condominium in New York City.

  In my prior life before I was an author, I used to work on Wall Street for a major global investment bank. I left my job early this year because I wanted to write and explore the world (aka I got laid off).

  But after putting out my first book, Sticky Fingers, I don’t think I’ll ever quit writing. Or go back to work for a big bank. Seriously, no other job can you sit and work the whole day without pants!

  Once you get into the world I’ve built, I’m sure you will fall in love with my characters just as much as I have! And then we will really start to have some fun!