Fitness 4Play: One Night Stand (Novel 1)

By The Suave Novelist

Can a one night stand destroy real love?
Devin "Dab" Banks loves fitness and females in that order. He is a personal trainer who is at the top of his game. He is intelligent, handsome, funny, fit and aspires to establish his own business, Fitness 4Play. Overall, he is the quintessential alpha male. Devin could care less about monogamy and prefers to maintain a player lifestyle.
However, when Devin meets Lucy Jackson, he realizes she is one of a kind. While their sexual chemistry is undeniable, Lucy's humor, charm and wit hooks Devin (not to mention she can cook her butt off!). She is the type of woman worthy of a monogamous relationship. But...

Will a one-night stand derail Devin & Lucy's union?
Will Devin actually be a one-woman man?
Will Devin conquer lust to covet the love he has discovered with Lucy?

It is time to press "play" on Fitness 4Play!

Fitness 4Play is a erotic romance comedy series loosely based on the past dating affairs of the author and cover model, Marcus A. Woods.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Suave Novelist
• Release date: Mar 28, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311508898

The Suave Novelist

Marcus A. Woods (aka The Suave Novelist) is a recipient of B.A. in Business Finance & M.S. in Health & Sports Science from the University of Memphis. He owns and operates a personal training business (called Freewill Fitness) in Memphis, TN. Marcus has ghostwritten several health & fitness eBooks and articles (and currently writes for several blogs/websites). Now, he steps into the realm of romance writing where he spawn tales loosely based on his personal dating experiences. His writing style has been describe as engaging, entertaining and eccentric. After reading one of his literary works, you will see why!

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Fitness 4Play

One Night Stand

(Novel 1)

By: The Suave Novelist

Copyright © 2015 Black Love Novels

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Acknowledgements

Shout out to everyone who has supported me in initiating this epic romance series, especially you! I always had aspirations of creating a novel. Thanks for investing in my dream.

Special shout out to my mother. Thank you for creating and instilling values within me to become the creative, eccentric writer that the whole world is about to witness. And another special thanks to my best friend, G. Thanks for the help and support through the years.

Dedication

This is dedicated to my lovely woman, Le'Edda. Without you, Fitness 4Play would have been impossible to write. Thank you for the inspiration. I love you bighead.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Dedication

Chapter 1: Welcome to My World

Chapter 2: Hello Ms. Pink Dress

Chapter 3: I Lust Lucy

Chapter 4: I Got a Story to Tell

Chapter 5: Conversation Rules the Nation…Especially Online

Chapter 6: Checking on Mama Banks

Chapter 7: Thanks For The Enlightenment

Chapter 8: Poetic Justice

Chapter 9: Devin Got A…Girlfriend?

Chapter 10: Like Father, Like Son

Chapter 11: The Makings of a Businessman

Chapter 12: Craziness Knows No Boundaries

Chapter 13: Woe Is Me

Chapter 14: Picnic on the River

Chapter 15: Don't Run Away From Your Problems, Run Towards Them

Chapter 16: Time For Another Transition

Chapter 17: Time To Face The Music

Chapter 18: Time To Make Things Right

Chapter 19: Business Awaits Me

Chapter 20: The Results Are In

Chapter 21: Life Is Full of Surprises

About the Author

Chapter 1

Welcome to My World

(Major Harris Love Don't Let Me Wait playing in the background)

Some sensual mischief occurred last night.

I awaken to the sounds of my IPod playing from the Sensual Cuts playlist. Getting out of bed, I put on my pajama pants, slip on my house shoes, and limp to the bathroom. My legs still ache from lifting weights the other day. I began questioning myself, what did I do? The queasy feeling in my stomach was indicative of too much Moscato wine. As I exit, a woman yells, Devin, come get your breakfast with your little sexy chocolate self! Huh! Who in the hell is that? I wonder.

I proceed downstairs towards the kitchen to investigate. The combination of eggs, bacon, and French toast penetrate my nostrils. Whoever she is can cook. Entering the kitchen, I encounter a gorgeous woman. She stands 5’5, caramel complexion, light brown eyes, natural curly hair, and curvy as the letter C. Damn, I sure know how to pick them, I think to myself. That’s the good part. Want to know the bad part? I can’t remember this girl’s name! I think it is Lucy? Yea, it is Lucy. Lucy is a fine ass nurse I met at the bar last night. She must be something if I let her sleepover.

Before I continue, let me formally introduce myself. My name is Devin Antwan Banks. My friends call me Dab, which are my initials in case you didn’t notice. I was born in Jackson, TN but raised in Memphis, TN since the age of 7. I am my parents’ only child. I stand 5’6 (5’7 with shoes on) and am a muscular 165lbs, with a milk chocolate complexion. Yes ladies, I am short; but taller than a NBA player when we share a conversation. Anyway, I’m a personal trainer. Let me rephrase…I am the BEST DAMN personal trainer in Memphis! I went to school at the University of Memphis and obtained my Master’s Degree in Health & Sports Science in 2012.

My college years were fun as hell. However, I had my ups and downs in the dating department. One thing I learned about myself is that I love pleasing a woman mentally as well as physically. Most men are unaware how pertinent it is to mentally fuck a woman. At first, like most other college guys, I was trying to get pussy at all cost. It wasn’t until I met this one girl taught me a valuable lesson: To fuck a woman physically, you have to fuck her mentally. This logic sticks with me till this day.

I had male family members (my Uncle Teddy in particular) give me advice on attracting women. However, it wasn’t until a woman gave me some advice that my dating stock rose. From dark chocolate to hazelnut skin ladies; From voluptuous to athletic-built girls; From a few pretentious sorority girls, to even the bookworm who lived in the library. I had them all. Now, at 25 years old, I’m at the top of the dating food chain. My game is what the old school cats would say, trump tight. The single life has been good to me.

Yet, for some odd reason, it’s starting to get a tad bit old. Woman after woman without any sort of commitment starts to play out as you get older. My best friend, Greg, recently got married. I wonder when my big day will come. Who am I fooling, though? Hell, I never even had a monogamous relationship before. My Uncle Teddy always said, ‘one quality female trumps 10 chicken-heads.’ This advice comes from a 60 year old man who’s never been married! Sounds far-fetch to me. Sex with multiple women seems better than with only one. Yet, the older I get, I realize it boils down to love or lust. Which one do I covet more: LOVE or LUST? Lust is sort of losing its luster so I’m willing to try out love. I think I’m ready to test out my uncle’s one woman theory when a quality woman is within my vicinity. I think!

Now back to the story…

Last night, I went to a downtown bar Greg told me about called The Premiere. He said the atmosphere is smooth and classy. The bar plays old school music, serves tasty drinks and the crowd is between 25 to 40 years old. Most importantly, he said the women are on point. For the occasion, I decided casual attire would be best. I put on my favorite grey V-neck Polo shirt, designer worn-out jeans, and Cole Hahn loafers. The cologne of choice? Jean Paul Gautier (The ladies love it!). I grab my car keys and head out the door. A cool, soothing breeze disrupts the warmth of the clear summer night. This is the perfect weather to get into some sensual mischief. Entering in my black with red-stripes 2013 Mustang—I call it The Mackmobile because it gets a fair share of female attention—I wondered what woman I would welcome to my world. 

Chapter 2

Hello Ms. Pink Dress

(Notorious B.I.G. Big Poppa playing from the car stereo)

Arriving at The Premiere, all I can do is reminisce on past wild, sexual encounters I had with some of the lovely ladies of Memphis. My thoughts wonder to a time I had sex with a college girl in her dorm’s study hall. Then, it travels back to another sexual encounter at the drive-in movie theater with…what was her name? I cannot remember, but I do recall the groans she made in my ear as our sweaty bodies sexually wrestled in my backseat. Hell, I even had sex with some of my clients. They burned plenty of calories that session!

A red carpet leads into the venue. It’s show-time! I think to myself. For me, going to a bar or nightclub to holler at females is like working out. It’s like Michael Jordan stepping on the basketball court. I get my mind right to perform at my peak. They say conversation rules the nation. Well, my conversation rules a woman’s mind.

I scan my surroundings. The atmosphere is exquisite as Greg described it! Dim fluorescent lights scatter throughout the building. There are two levels. The first level is the bar & lounge area and the second level is a dance floor. A bar and club in one! Greg didn’t tell me this place was like this, I whisper.

Looking around, my eyes fill with adoration. Scratch that! They fill with lust. Sexy women are everywhere! Shiny lip gloss, lifted-up breasts, thick thighs, curvy shaped butts poking out of mini-dresses, and my personal favorite, manicured toes. A woman with pretty feet is my weakness. This night is going to go smoothly.

(Jill Scott’s A Long Walk playing in the background)

While my mind hovers over cloud 9, I hear someone call out, Hey Dab…Devin Banks. I glance over at the lounge area. It’s Robert Hill, a guy I work with at the gym. I call him Big Rob because…he is big. He played football back in the day at The University of Memphis. He hurt his knee his senior year. Aspirations of being a pro football player were dashed. He finished school and decided to become a personal trainer. I’ve seen him around campus but never hung out with him until we became co-workers. I made my way to the lounge area to greet him.

Big Rob! What’s happening playa?

Just chilling. How about you?

Man, I’m feeling smooth. There are so many females in the building. Somebody gonna get it tonight.

We both laugh. Well, whichever of these ladies who get it—you make sure she doesn’t get you! Otherwise, you are going to sell the Mackmobile to pay child support, he joked. I laugh hysterically. Big Rob is a certified jokester. I always tell him he should be a comedian.

Don’t worry. I keep my Johnson under wraps like a Christmas present.

Good. Well it’s good seeing you Dab. I will let you get back to your uhmmmm…pursuit of happiness.

You already know playa. We exchanged fist bumps and I went to the bar area to get a drink.

***

As I sipped on a Cîroc berry-flavored drink on the rocks, this cute, cinnamon complexion skin female approached me out of nowhere. Hey handsome, she said. Don’t you want to buy me a drink?" she asked, grinning.

"That’s funny because I was going to ask you the same thing, I replied back with a smirk.

"Well it doesn’t work that way. You are supposed to buy me a drink. I’m