Esteban, Ready to Risk It All

Chapter 1~ Navi Never Fails

The music in Bailar's is too loud, the drinks are too weak, and the women, the women, are too aggressive, desperate, and accessible. Sipping my Chairman's Reserve, I watch Carlos finessing two fake blondes into joining us in our section. Just what I need are two desperate ass females invading my space.

"Navi, this is Tiffani and Kelli," kissing Tiffani on the neck, Carlos makes the introductions. Sipping my drink I nod. Kelli walks over and stands before me, chewing gum and twirling her hair. I sigh, knowing the bullshit is about to begin.

"Do you mind if I sit here? "placing her hand on my leg as she sits down. Kelli's' plans for me are evident in her body language; she will be disappointed.

From my peripheral vision I confirm there is nothing about Kelli that I like. She, in fact, is the opposite of my type and I'm not up for being Carlos' wingman tonight.

"Navi, so what do you do?". Kelli asked with her annoying voice. They say old habits die hard and before I know it I'm assessing her and considering the possibilities.

Kelli's' is a typical beach wave blonde, her makeup is heavy but matches the pink micro mini dress she's wearing. I can't find an ounce of fat or curve on her, I chuckle to myself and take a sip of my drink so I don't burst into full laughter. Taking my glance as an invitation, Kelli looks me up and down, running her hand over the front of my suit jacket.

"Is this Tom Ford?"

I nod; I know this type. Full of questions to see how to finesse me. Poor Kelli has no idea who she is dealing with. It's been four years since I've been with a woman, and I'm not desperate enough to break that streak with Kelli.

The last time I was with a woman was in this same club, a different type of celebration, then it was my going away party. The club had been filled with our crew and associates, all in my honor, to celebrate me before I left to start my time.

Instead of a blonde, it was a brunette with big tits and one hell of a head game. The head was so good I took her to the men's room and fucked her. I thought it would be at least two decades before I would touch a woman again and my behavior was reckless. That night, I took a few women to the men's room.

Four rounds of drinks later and the music begins to sound better. Kelli isn't as annoying, and Carlos is in his own world. Carlos has Tiffani on his lap tonguing her down while his hand moves under Tiffani's dress.

To anyone walking by our section, it would appear as if they were just sharing a passionate kiss while he caresses her leg and that Kelli and I were a couple, which is why you can't believe what you see.

"Say, I'm out." Standing up, I straighten my suit and nod at Carlos. Disappointment as thick as her makeup painted Kelli's face too bad for her, but my reckless days are over.

"C'mon man, tonight is to celebrate the return of the DON," he jokes.

"Next time" I dap him up.

I don't have any reason to rush home, I'm free to go and come as I please. No count, No bars, No barriers. I still can't find a good enough reason to celebrate with reckless behavior or anything that would jeopardize the plans I have.

I spoke too soon.

Long dark hair flows down her bare cocoa-toned back, her ass has a natural curve leading to thick thighs and legs that are standing on 4-inch stilettos. My mouth begins to water. She has my attention, and I haven't seen her face. What the fuck?

Four years is a long time to be without a woman, but not long enough for me to lower my standards. I don't sleep with unattractive women, ever. I keep my eyes on her. She and two other women step on the dance floor, I'm mesmerized by the motion of her hips in my mind. I will her to turn around.

Come on, Mami, turn around, let me see you.

I watch her hips move to the beat of the music, a guy approaches the trio, I prepare to make my move when suddenly one of the women blocks him, words are exchanged raising his hands he moves on.

The trio dance as if they weren't interrupted. My attention stays on the guy and as I expected he has found new prey. Returning my attention back to the beauty I freeze.Risk it all is the saying I have been hearing, and now I get it. Beauty is going to make me risk it all. And Recklessly.

Her smile is brighter than the sun on the day I walked out of those gates. She is laughing and a smile crosses my face. The way her body relaxes, and her head falls back lightly, and, if possible, her smile brightens.

As if she could feel my gaze, she turned around. I can tell she's looking at me. I see the sexy smirk on her face. Regaining my composure I return the eye contact.

Most women can't look me in the eyes without getting nervous or becoming self conscious. I've been told my attention makes women shy, not her; and for the first time I am the one to look away. Rubbing the back of my neck, I look at Carols, who has been watching me watch Her.

No words needed. The grin on Carlos's face lets me know he understands. I head in her direction. My confidence pushes me forward. Women love my confident attitude and can't resist my charms. My good looks help as well.

At 5 '10, I inherited my fighter's physique from my father, hazel eyes, and wavy black hair from my mother. I don't brag, but I know I am handsome.

So step to her, buy her a drink, dance with her, get her number, suggest breakfast, take her to breakfast, and then. Mentally I devise my plan.

My plan never fails. It's been tried, tested, and proven to work since I was 14 . At 14, I attracted grown women, so now, at 34, it is all second nature. Something in me tells me that my regular will not impress her, instead of going straight to her I make a detour to the DJ's booth.

"Yo Navi, what's up?" DJ Breeze daps me up.

"Not much out with Lo celebrating my freedom. Say, can you play something for me?"

"What do you wanna hear?"

I gave him my request with instructions, reaching in my pocket. I pull out a few bills to slide to Breeze but he refuses "No need, big bro. I gotcha. Welcome Home, by the way."

I begin to refuse. I have only been home for 48 hours. It will be a minute before I can accept people doing things for me without thinking there's something behind it. I've always known nothing is free, but prison showed me up close what that looks like.

"Appreciate it"

Approaching the dance floor I found Beauty just as the intro to my request Daniel Caesar Get You. Standing in front of her I took her hand. I didn't miss the sparkle in eyes as she took my hand.

Women have a tendency to hold back when they have an audience, and I need her to remember our dance. Once we were in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by other couples. I pull her into my arms.

She fits perfectly, leaning into me, not shy or nervous. She has confidence. Looking into her eyes, I smile, the beauty smiles back. I fight the urge to run my fingers down her spine. But I don't want to make her uncomfortable. I keep my hands on her waist.

She smells so good, Rose Prick by Tom Ford. The music is loud but I hear Beauty sing along with the song as she caresses the back of my head, the move is subconscious but natural. As we danced she held me like a possessive lover.

Feeling the same, I pull her closer to me, my thumb touches her bare skin. It was slight but I feel her body tense and the chemistry between us builds as Daniel encouraged us with his words...soon I would take his advice.

As the song ends I lead her back to her friends. Their faces tell me they can't wait for the details. One of the women hands her her bag and phone. I intercept the phone to call myself and wait until I feel the vibration on my chest before I end the call.

"What's your name?" I handed her the phone.

"Remi Blu"

"Esteban" I whisper in her ear and place a soft kiss on her cheek. . I step away, With a smile to her friends I walk away. I don't look back, curiosity will have her calling me soon. I know she feels the chemistry.

I smile at myself as I think of speaking with her later today because

Navi never fails.