First Night

By Brandon Myrick

This book is about a man who goes around having sex on the first night with various different women. When he runs into the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, his life starts to go downhill from the selfishness of his own personal gain, causing him to have to fix the situations around him all while trying to have sex with her on the first night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: May 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9781642146424

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First Night

Brandon Myrick

Copyright © 2018 Brandon Myrick

All rights reserved

First Edition

PAGE PUBLISHING, INC.

New York, NY

First originally published by Page Publishing, Inc. 2018

ISBN 978-1-64214-640-0 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64214-642-4 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Preface

I want you as the reader to grasp a higher understanding throughout this book. It’s funny, it has drama, and it’s a book about exactly what the title says it is; but there’s way more to it than just a guy going around having sex on the first night. It’s also my experiences as well as opinions on how women and men operate on various different characteristic levels. In this book, you can find me battling myself as the characters attacking, contradicting, and correcting each other throughout conversations, placing myself on each side of how an individual person thinks. In life, I’ve learned there’s right to each side of a situation, and depending on where you stand in life determines who you are and how you think, but enough about that. What makes this book uncommon and stand out from the rest is the format of the dialog, indirect and direct messages, as well as questions from my life experiences that pertain to the story and beyond it. So open your ears and put your conscious on a level past the first night.

Sincerely,

Brandon Myrick

Acknowledgments

First, I want to thank my mother for her beautiful high yellow skin that secretly leaks through me, enlightening my life. To my grandmother who raised me straight out the hospital until her very last day in that apartment. To my Native American Great-grandmother Conniebell from North Carolina whose physical features were beyond belief. And to my Great-grandmother Emily from North Carolina thank you for that night, for that, you will forever be remembered physically and spiritually. Also, I want to thank all the women who’ve secretly inspired me to write this book. You are greatly appreciated! And last, but not least to all my family who passed away, Kenneth Myrick and Sade Steward to name a few. May you rest in peace or dance with the stars.

Chapter 1

At six in the morning, the alarm went off. Terrance got up, stretched, yawned, and looked at the suit he ironed and laid out neat from the night before. He then went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, took a shower, and headed out for an hour jog. It’s his daily routine before work, but at night is when he plays like a whole different person. As they say, Work hard, play hard, and that’s his motto.

When he got to work, the first thing his best friend did was stress him out right off the elevator all the way to his office about a presentation he worked up for a new product.

Terrance’s best friend is a dude he knew since high school that he’s damn near been through everything with. There’s no one else he trusts more than his best friend, Reece, especially when it comes to women.

Terrance, I’ve been working hard on this new idea, bro, and I think it’ll make millions for this fortune five company.

Terrance quickly sighed as he laid his briefcase on the desk.

What is it, Reece? And please don’t tell me it’s one of those stock market scandals. Because the last time we invested in you, the whole damn Wall Street almost crashed.

I admit I made a minor mistake with that one.

Minor! Terrance said raising his voice a little as he walked out of his office to the receptionist desk.

Well, it was major, but this is something way different. I’m talking about a product that no one has ever thought of before.

Hold up, Terrance said, stopping Reece in his tracks to see what the receptionist had for the day.

As he flirted with her while she checked her files, Reece just stood there, watching eager to get back to what he had to say.

Well, Mr. Bern said good job on the Crosdale report, and you have a ten-o’clock brunch with a Mrs. Lantern, she said, looking through her notes.

Isn’t that the lady who— Reece asked before Terrance quickly cut him off again.

Yes, it is. You could tell Terrance got a little annoyed when her name came up just by the way he reacted to it. Please tell her I would have to reschedule do to hospitalization of a knee injury.

The receptionist looked at him and smiled. Yes, Mr. Lovern, right away.

You slept with that? Reece whispered as they walked back toward the office.

Terrance just sucked his teeth and said, Long story.

You know Mr. Bern’s going to be mad if he finds out you slept with the investment.

The investment wouldn’t have invested, had I not slept with it. Anyway, forget that. What were you talking about again?

Okay, okay, this is going to blow your mind, Reece said in excitement. Flavored ice.

Flavored ice? Terrance said, looking at Reece like he were stupid. What do you mean flavored ice, Reece? Like ice cream or icicle pops for the kids? They already have that on the market, Reece.

No, I mean, like seasoned ice. Regular ice that’s flavored with table salts, bro. It’s a killer. All we have to do is put a big advertisement on it and market it as appetizers in the best five-star restaurants all over the globe in different flavors. Bro, I’m talking about chicken, beef, fish, cheese— I mean the list goes on.

Terrance looked at Reece in amazement.

I know, I know, you can thank me later, Reece said as he leaned on the edge of the door just outside of the office.

No, how about I whip your ass instead? Maybe that a knock some since into you.

Come on, bro, think about it. No one has ever thought of this before. We could really make millions.

Reece, are you serious?

Yeah, bro. We could maybe even get some of that under-the-table money, Reece then whispered.

Terrance looked up in the sky, shook his head, and said, Oh god, then slammed the door in Reece’s face before he could even finish while yelling, Leave me alone, Reece!

Reece then yelled back through the door, Think about the vegans, bro. Think about the vegans. That’s all I’m saying!

As soon as Terrance sat down and poured some fresh coffee the receptionist sets up for him every morning, his desk phone rang.

Hello, Lovern speaking.

I thought you had some type of fatal knee injury?

Fatal knee injury? he said confused. Hold up, Mrs. Lantern?

In the flesh, honey. I was worried about you, I mean the company. I wouldn’t want anything wrong going on with my money.

Not at all, Mrs. Lantern. Your money is being well taken care of.

Good to hear. Hopefully everything is all right with you by the way?

I mean the injury wasn’t fatal. I was just hospitalized for it. It’s the pain from the aftereffect I’m worried about.

Terrance rubbed his leg, acting out the situation like if it really hurt as he spoke, almost believing his own words, but when he realized what he was doing, he quickly pulled his arm away.

When did it happen? she said with concern.

Oh, it happened yesterday doing a jog. It’s nothing major though. It’s not like I can’t walk.

Wow, you’re strong, especially since you were able to go to work the day after.

That’s right, Mrs. Lantern, because I’m here for you, Terrance said in the most generous way possible.

Great. So let’s have brunch and talk about some future investments. Let’s say, about 12:00 p.m., my place?

Can we reschedule that for a later date? Let’s say next year?

What? she said in anger.

No, I’m just being funny, Mrs. Lantern. What I mean is we have to reschedule for a later date because I was wheeled in here directly from the hospital. Even though I could walk, they don’t want me on my feet as of yet. They think I might’ve pulled a hamstring. I tried telling them I was perfectly fine, but they didn’t want to hear it.

Pulled a hamstring, huh?

That’s right, and to think we pay all that money for simple services, not to have an opinion in the matter.

Well, I’m pulling out, Mrs. Lantern said as she hung up the phone before Terrance could even finish the sentence.

Hello, hello, Mrs. Lantern? Terrance mysteriously looked at the receiver, not believing what just happened. Ugh, man, what a morning, he said to himself, putting down the office phone to page the receptionist.

How can I help you, Mr. Lovern? she asked through the speakerphone.

Dana, can you get Mrs. Lantern on the line?

Not a problem, but I told her you were admitted in the hospital due to knee injury, sir.

You know what, forget it, he said, realizing it was a waste of time. Just get Mr. Bern on line 1, please?

Yes, right away, Mr. Lovern.

Mr. Bern owned the company through the passing of his father. Although he was as dumb as a rock and money hungry, nothing was done without his authorization. It was like the Congress passing a bill without the president’s consent; it just wasn’t happening.

Mr. Bern speaking.

Sir.

What is it, Terrance?

Mrs. Lantern pulled out.

Get the hell outta here, Mr. Bern said with a frustrated voice.

Yeah, I think she’s in a—some type of a—financial predicament, he said, pausing on every sentence, trying to put a quick story together. Some type of foreclosure she was telling me about. Didn’t go too in-depth about it though. All I know is she had to pull out.

Well, do whatever you have to do to get her to pull back in. She was investing a lot of money into that project. Hold up, what was she investing in again?

The Crum Dele Lum Dum bars, sir, Kosher approved.

Yeah, that’s right. The Mexicans are going to love them.

Terrance froze in amazement before he spoke.

Sir, the only way the Mexicans are going to buy one of those is if it comes with a reduction-on-rent coupon, he said with a slight laugh.

Are you criticizing my judgment?

No, no, not at all, sir.

I didn’t think so. Now get back to work, and good job on the Crosdale.

Thank you and right away, sir, right away, Terrance said, scared, forcing himself to straighten up in his chair, but as he hung up the phone, he mumbled under his breath, Right away my ass, you damn retard. Now I got to look for a Jewish Mexican from the Middle East.

Terrance sat back in his chair with one hand on his chin, thinking about how he was going to get Mrs. Lantern to go through with the investment without having to spend another night with her. As soon as something came to mind, he picked back up the receiver and paged the receptionist again.

Yes, Mr. Lovern? she said.

Uh, tell Reece to come to my office. It’s urgent, and order me some lunch, please. I haven’t had nothing but coffee, and it’s going on twelve.

Right away, Mr. Lovern.

Thank you, he said as the speaker went off, sending him right back into thought mode.

See Terrance has a way with women. He knows just what to say to get them in his bed on the first night. It’s almost like he specializes in it, and he damn near perfected the craft. As much as it is a gift to be able to swindle women in such little time, it’s also a curse. Because he’s addicted to it, he has trust issues and just don’t know how to commit to a woman for a long period of time.

And just halfway through Terrance’s thoughts, Reece knocked on the door.

Come in, he said as he sat up in the chair, fixing his tie.

I see you thought about it, huh? Reece asked, smiling.

Yeah, I thought about it, and I decided not to whip your ass. Now I need your help with something.

Anything, bro. What’s up? Reece said as he took a seat.

Mrs. Lantern.

What about her?

Well, she pulled out of the project. So I need you to have sex with her.

Terrance knew he had to be bold, getting straight to the point. He knew Reece wasn’t just going to give into it. It would take a little persuasion and who knew how long that would be.

No!

Come on, Reece. I need you.

Hold on, you want me to have sex with her? Reece asked, laughing. Bro, I haven’t even had a conversation with the woman.

"You have nothing to worry about. I had sex with her on the first night we hung out. So if you listen to me, I say in about three days. No, knowing you, about a week and a half, and you’ll have her right where you want her."

Isn’t she married?

Not technically. She’s going through a divorce.

Hell no, bro, I’m not with it. Plus, Denise is coming into town, and I don’t need nothing to mess that up.

Denise? Terrance asked as he shook his head. Man, why are you letting this woman sucker you out?

Sucker me out? What are you talking about, bro?

I mean you knew her since high school, right? But you never hit.

Terrance leaned back in his chair and looked at Reece like he was crazy. In a way, he felt sorry for him because of all the time he wasted chasing Denise around. Terrance knew just by the way Reece moved, he knew nothing about women and secretly hated for his friend to go down like a sucker.

It’s not always about sex, bro. It’s about that person you want to spend the rest of your life with after you’ve done it all.

What have you done? Terrance asked laughing as he rocked back and forth in his chair. You haven’t stopped to think while you’re sitting here high and dry, trying to get Denise to spend the rest of her life with you. She’s out there somewhere doing her own thing?

Bro, I know that. We live two different lives in two different states. We talk about things like that all the time. It doesn’t matter she’s a good person. As a matter of fact, don’t forget when she stepped in at prom when ‘what’s her face’ embarrassed you in front of the whole school, Reece said laughing.

Almost embarrassed me, you stand corrected. And why bring that up anyway? Was it really necessary?

I’m just saying, bro, she’s a good person.

Yeah, whatever, but I tell you this much though. That was the last time I ever let a chick sucker me out.

I mean, she purposely had you bring her to the prom so she could play you in front of everybody, Reece said laughing even harder.

Terrance thought about what happened that night while Reece kept laughing at him. It was so long ago, he reminisced on it for a second.

You know what, you’re right. I admit, if Denise hadn’t grabbed my hand and started dancing with me. I would’ve been embarrassed that whole night—but hold up, wait, you didn’t even go to the prom with anybody.

True, true, but I did leave with some pussy though.

With who? Terrance said curious.

You remember Niki?

Niki? Are you talking about ugly Niki? Are you talking about toothpick Niki? Oh my god, Reece.

Yup, and her pussy was good too.

Come on man, I could’ve hit that a thousand times.

So why didn’t you?

Man, it’s because nobody liked her. She was ugly! Terrance yelled as he leaned forward in his chair.

A body’s a body, bro.

To you. That’s why your ass is getting suckered out right now.

Yeah, all right.

Hold up, now that I think about it, who is Denise staying with when she come up here anyway?

I don’t know, some friend, Reece said, shrugging his shoulders.

A dude?

No, a female.

Do we know her?

Nah.

Terrance thought again for a second, this time placing his hands on his chin. Reece quickly caught on to it; he knew him like the back of his hand, and he knew when it came to woman, it was always something.

No, Terrance, I know what you’re thinking. I refuse to introduce you to her.

Come on, cut it out. I’m not even worried about her. I got bigger things on my mind. That’s why I need you to do this Mrs. Lantern thing for me.

Bro, I said no.

Reece, Mr. Bern is up my ass about this. Trust me, man, I know just what to do. Charisma, man, charisma, Terrance said, taking his two fingers and pointing them back and forth from his eyes to Reece’s.

Yeah, right, the last time you said that, my head was being flushed down the toilet by some drunk fat chick.

Wait, that was your fault, man. I told you not to feed it, Terrance said laughing hysterically. Don’t forget you owe me one though. If it wasn’t for me, that last project you did would’ve cost you your career.

You know what, that’s petty, bro. You like throwing things in people’s faces.

Am I lying though?

Terrance threw his hands up in the air in innocence, waiting for Reece’s answer.

Listen, bro, I’m gonna do this for you, but I swear if this blows up in my face, I’m blaming it all on you.

While they were on the conversation of Mr. Lantern, the receptionist knocked on the door.

Yes? Reece said turning toward the door.

Terrance looked at Reece and said, This is my office, then looked toward the door only to repeat him. Yes?

Your food is here, sir.

Send it in, Reece said, completely ignoring him as if he didn’t even hear him.

Didn’t I just say this is my office?

Oh, my fault, bro.

Do it look like I need somebody to speak for me? he said clearing his throat only to repeat Reece again. Send it in.

The receptionist opened the door and handed the food to Terrance with the bill. Then Terrance looked at the bill while going in his pocket for money.

What did you order? he asked.

A chicken salad from that new spot up the block.

Why didn’t you just order Chinese? Reece asked.

The receptionist took the money then answered for Terrance, Because he doesn’t like it. Too much MSG. It’s bad for his metabolism.

Thank you, Dana.

Anytime, Mr. Lovern, she said softly.

The receptionist then gave him a seductive look as he left the office. Reece noticed it in shock, then looked back at Terrance.

Anytime, Mr. Lovern, Reece said to Terrance to let him know he caught on to it. What was that about?

What, are you jealous? Terrance said, surprised.

Bro, are you having sex with her too?

What do you take me for, Reece? This is a professional setting.

Reece wasn’t buying it. He knew Terrance, and he knew it wasn’t any woman that would just flirt with him and he wasn’t having sex with them.

You fucked her, bro.

All right, I had casual sex with her … once, but that’s only because I wanted her to feel comfortable in a high-end social environment. You know how that thing goes.

Actually, I don’t.

She told me it was her first receptionist job fresh out of college, and she might need a little time coping with this type of structure.

Reece shook his head and said, You just can’t help it, huh?

Man, listen, you should’ve heard the way she said it. It was like a kid asking her parents to buy her that new Barbie that came out.

What? Reece said looking at Terrance in a weirdest way ever.

Wait, wait, that came out wrong. I mean like sweet, innocent, and adorable but in a seductive way. Hold up, why are you looking at me like that? Terrance said, noticing his facial expression.

I’m gonna let you answer that.

Listen, you just had to be there to understand what I’m talking about. She was just talking so soft and innocent. It just made me want to rip her clothes off right there in the middle of the interview.

Good thing you didn’t. You would’ve lost your job for real, bro.

Technically, I did, but the interview was over by then. That was all I needed to know. After that, she was hired, Terrance said laughing.

Hold up, hold up, she had sex with you in the office the first day she met you? Reece asked as he glanced twice behind him at the door.

"Technically, the first night. It was past eight, but man right after I did that, I realized I was tripping."

Damn right, you were tripping, Reece said as he glanced one last time at the door, then whispered, So how was it?

Like I just said, I was tripping.

See, that’s what I hate about you, bro. You never want to give detail. At least make a brother want to know, Reece said as he sucked his teeth. After you’re done, it’s always never worth it.

Listen, people always think the grass is greener on the other side, Terrance said as if he were trying to teach him something.

So if you know that, why the hell are you always going to the other side? I mean you’re always jumping the fence. The shit could have barbed wires and all that, and you still jumped right over that motherfucker.

Terrance laughed. Hey, that’s a whole different idiom, Reece.

I don’t care, and I don’t know why you’re laughing for jumping over a fence with barbed wires, you’re bound to get cut.

Nah, I checked, I’m good, he said looking himself up and down.

You a hypocrite, bro. You know that, right?

Hypocrite? Terrance said shocked.

Yeah, that’s right, a hypocrite.

Now this. Are you serious?

Terrance picked up his cold coffee and smiled, drinking it as he sat back in the chair.

Okay, so then answer the question. Why would you do it if you know the grass isn’t always greener?

Because sometimes it is.

You believe your bullshit, don’t you?

I’m just telling you the truth.

So how was it then? Reece said in frustration.

Like I said, it wasn’t worth it.

You know what, I’m done with you. You’re a pathological lying hypocrite.

Reece got up and walked out the office, slamming the door as he left. Terrance quickly leaned forward in his chair, put his cold coffee down, and yelled through the door. Don’t forget about Mrs. Lantern, Reece!

Chapter 2

Exhausted from another long day at work. Denise walked into the house, took off her shoes, and turned on the AC. She then ran a bubble bath and jetted straight to the phone.

Denise is the type of person that has no real free time. Other than the long hours she puts in as a chiropractor, it’s online schooling for her master’s degree in social work. Most men feel like she’s running game before she even gets to think about giving them a chance with the little bit of free time she does have.

Denise flopped on the couch as the phone rang.

Hello, she said as someone picked up.

Denise?

Yes, hello, darling, Denise said in a long ‘’sixties movie star voice.

Girl, you crazy. What’s up?

Everything, she said, stretching in relaxation on the couch. It’s almost over. I graduate in one more week, and vacation time is right around the corner. And, girl, you know I can’t wait to go back home to New York.

I know, babes, I miss you. It’s been like how long?

Like twenty-eight thousand days, and I miss you too.

So what have you been up to? I haven’t spoken to you in like forever.

Ugh, I’ve been breaking backs. She sighed.

Girl, let me find out.

No, literally, this chiropractor thing is not the type of profession I’m trying to do for too long.

Girl, I thought you were talking about getting it in, her friend said laughing.

"Cut it out. I haven’t had none in about