Page 67 of Sticky Fingers
I’m actually pretty fucking interested in Malcolm’s answer.
I mean, why wouldn’t I be?
I’m sitting with some of my best friends. Not all of them are here, but the ones that are are the ones that I drink with and work out with at the gym.
“I’m sure, man,” Malcolm says, clapping Dominic on the back. He turns to Colt. “You remember what I said earlier about becoming a better man?”
Colt nods. I lean in.
“Sonia is like that, guys,” Malcolm says to all of us. “I swear, I’m not being a pussy or anything. I’m not trying to sound like a bitch. But Sonia does something when I’m around her. And when I’m not around her, I’m thinking about her. Sometimes when she’s not there, it’s like I’m having a conversation in my head with her. I don’t know what that makes me.”
“It makes you fucking crazy, motherfucker,” Colt says and starts to laugh.
“No,” Dominic counters, and I look at him. He’s quiet. “It makes you in love.”
“Right?” Malcolm says to Dominic and takes a sip of his drink. “It’s like no matter where she is, a part of her is always with me. And I know that no matter where I am, a part of me is always with her. She gives me her opinion when she’s next to me, and I wonder what she would say to me when she’s far away. And the things I do? I do them because I want to be better.”
We’re all silent.
I wonder what exactly Dominic is talking about. Has he fallen in love himself? That dude?
There’s only one person he could be falling in love with.
Daphne Abbot.
She’s not bad at all. But Dominic? I don’t see him as the type that settles down.
Don’t believe me? Tara’s been posting updates on Dominic and Daphne if you want to look for them.“Sonia is my one true love, guys,” Malcolm declares. “I know this. Because when I’m with her, or when I’m thinking about her…she makes me want to be a better man. And it makesmewant to be a better man.”
I gulp my whisky down in one motion. The salesgirl gives me a smile and shakes her ass a little before bending low to pour me another. She waits for a few seconds, giving me enough time to take a long running shot of her cleavage. But I’m done with her.
She doesn’t seem to understand that I get so much pussy, passing up on one girl to spend time with my friends is no big deal.
“I’m proud of you, Malcolm,” I say, holding up my glass as I toast to him.
He’s settled on a very expensive and very nice 22-carat diamond engagement ring for one million and eight hundred dollars.
“When are you proposing?”
“Tonight,” Malcolm answers me. “I’m taking her out to dinner and then I’m going to tell her how much I fucking love her and why I want to have her in my life for the rest of it.”
I know how I introduced myself earlier in this chapter. This is Tara’s first book, so then you’ve never actually met me before. But you’ll see me there in the story about Dominic and Daphne on Tara Starr is writing daily, where they knock heads about who gets to buy the other person’s apartment.
I mean, they still argue about it so its a story that’s still going on.
Anyway, you don’t really need to read that story if you don’t want to. You can probably guess that, despite my playboy lifestyle, the back of my mind is thinking maybe it’s time I start looking for that one woman that makes me pause. And as I listen to Malcolm who has almost been transformed completely by this crazy thing we call love I’m pretty hopeful for my chances.
“You good, man?” Malcolm asks.
I nod and take a sip of my drink. “Just seeing you happy and knowing you before, man,” I say to him. “Makes me wonder if there’s ever anyone I’ll meet that makes me feel the way you do about your girl.”
Malcolm toasts his glass to me, and we down our drinks.
“I think, at the end of the day, it’s unique for every single person,” he says. “I mean, don’t get me wrong. Listening to me fucking speak, you’d think, all of a sudden, I work for a call-in relationship counseling show.”
“But you’ll know when it’s the right one,” he continues, and I guess, inside my head, I agree with him.
He’s one of my closest friends.
