The Perfect Union
by Bonnie Robles
Candice Morgan considered herself one lucky woman. She had been married to Ashford for twelve years now and despite the fact that most marriages take a turn for the worst after the first couple of years, the two were still as happy as the day they walked down the aisle. This was maybe due to Ashford being ever so creative with his surprises. He always had a beautiful way to make her feel loved. Even the first time they met, Ashford Morgan was still the most romantic man she had ever met.
When they first met, it was not the way every fairy tale would predict it. There were no eyes meeting across crowded rooms or nothing. The two had met in one of the strangest ways ever. Their relationship was actually supposed to start out as a one night stand.
Candice remembered ever too well how she had first felt when she laid eyes on the tall dark haired muscle man on the dance floor. She and Mischa, her best friend, were out to celebrate Mischa’s new job. She remembered how cool he'd looked in his blue fitting jeans and simple grey t-shirt. There was just something about his simplicity, not to mention his wavy hair and dimpled cheeks.
“Want to dance little lady?” he asked after walking up to her. She looked at him, stars in her eyes. She placed her drink on the counter and stepped down from the stool.
“I’d love to,” she said looking into his eyes. “I’ll be right back Mischa,” she said as she walked off to the dance floor, her hand in his. Candice was an attractive dark skinned woman, thanks to her biracial heritage. She was born of a Jamaican mother and a Scottish father and had lived in the UK before her father, a marine, got stationed to the United States where the two met.
Her mother had always feared for her safety, both physically and emotionally. According to Elaine, Candice’s mother, her daughter was a sunshine girl. She was one who always saw the good in people, the one who always believed in Santa and the tooth fairy until it was too late. She always had concerns about her daughter’s well being but with Candice out of college and into a well paying job, she had her mind at ease.
“So, what does a pretty little thing like you do when she is not grinding her ass against some poor man’s crotch?” Ash asked as he held her by the waist. Candice smiled and pushed herself into him a bit more.
“Oh please, you like it,” she said.
“Don’t get me wrong, I do,” he said turning her around. “I just want to know who I’m dancing with,” he added looking into her eyes. He still managed to dance even though she could feel his cock pressing against her bare thigh.
“Candice Aiken, financial analyst,” she said looking into his eyes. She smiled up at him. “And who am I dancing with?” she asked.
“Ashford Morgan, legal advisor,” he answered turning her around again so that she had her back to him once more.
“May I ask who you give legal advice to?” she asked. Ash put a hand on her thigh and slowly trailed it upwards. She felt a shiver run down her spine as he did so.
“Do you want to know everything about me right this second?” he asked. His lips were dangerously close to her neck. So close, she could feel the warm breath on the back of her neck as he spoke.
“I don’t know why, but yes,” she answered. “I want to know,” she said in a small voice, practically a whisper.
“Okay but just don’t get all weird,” he said. She squinted.
“Why would I get jumpy?” she asked. He turned her around and held her by the waist again.
“Because I work for Lee Rojo,” he said. She stiffened up in his arms. Lee Rojo was the latest Spanish heart throb to make it big in the Western world. To most people he was the best thing since sliced bread. “I have to warn you,” he said in a low voice. They were not dancing anymore.
“If you scream, I will put my lips on yours. Not to kiss you, just to shut you up,” he said calmly. Candice felt herself blush. For some reason, she wanted to scream and see if he would live up to his promise but all she managed to do was shake her head. “Good girl,” he said. “Now I don’t know what we’ll talk about the next time I see you, maybe tomorrow?” he said still looking at her. She blushed again. He wanted to see her
“I am sure a man like you has a few conversation starters up his sleeve,” she said in a cool voice, determined not to show him the effect he had on her. He smiled down at her.
“I’m sure I do,” he said before letting her go.
“I need to get back to Mischa,” she said. “Maybe I’ll catch you on the dance floor sometime,” she said before walking away. He smiled at her as she walked back towards the bar. “Oh my God!” Candice mouthed to Mischa who was still seated sipping on her apple martini.
“That good huh?” Mischa said with a smile.
“All that and a bag of chips,” Candice said sitting down. She suddenly realized what she had done and gave her friend a sad look. “I’m sorry honey. I am so freaking selfish,” she added as she touched Mischa’s hand.
“What are you talking about?” Mischa asked. Candice smiled.
“Don’t get all high road with me. This is supposed to be about you,” Candice said.
“Sweetie, I am already six martinis down, two dances and three numbers scribbled on a napkin,” Mischa said as she lifted a napkin which had several numbers scribbled on it. “I have had my fun,” she added. Candice laughed. Her best friend was an attractive blonde of Russian decent. The two had met when Candice first moved to the States. Like Candice, Mischa was also new to the States.
Everything about the country was strange to her and just like that, the two clicked. They remained friends all through high school and college and at some point, they were even roommates. “So, hot stuff over there,” Mischa said gesturing at Ash who was now getting a drink at the other end of the counter. Candice turned around and looked at Ash. He smiled and gave her a little wave with his fingers.
“What about him?” she asked after turning back.
“Could this be
“I don’t follow,” Candice said as she took a sip of her drink. Mischa rolled her eyes.
“Oh please, Candice,” Mischa said. “I haven’t seen you warm up to a guy since Lance and we both know it’s been more than a couple of months,” she added.
“A couple of months since what?” Candice asked looking at Mischa hoping she was not talking about what she suspected. Mischa smiled and pointed at her cunt. “What? No!” Candice said crossing her legs.
“Really? Mischa said as she crossed her arms over her chest. “When was the last time you and Lance did the nasty before you guys broke up?” she asked. Candice felt herself flush. Mischa had her cornered.
“Fine it’s been a while,” Candice said giving up. “But that doesn’t mean anything,” she added as she stole another glance at Ash. She felt a pang of jealousy when she saw him talking to an attractive brunette.
“Yeah right,” Mischa said. “One night stands are normal and the two of you were practically dry humping out there,” she added. Candice was still looking at Ash and the brunette so she never noticed Mischa signaling Ash over.
“Shit, he’s coming over,” Candice said in a hushed whisper. Mischa smiled.
“I know. I called him over,” she said as she stood up. Candice looked at her confused.
“Wait, what?? Why? Where are you going?” she asked not sure what question she wanted answered first.
“My friend might have had a drink too many and she needs a ride home,” Mischa said when Ash got to where they were.
“What? You’re my ride,” Candice said looking at her confused. Mischa smiled and shook her head.
“Not anymore,” she said as she grabbed her purse. “Call me,” she said quickly before walking off. Candice stared at her in disbelief. Did she really just do that?
“Guess I’m the chauffeur,” Ash said. Candice looked at him wondering whether to scream out in anger or just stay cool.
“Yeah, guess you are,” she said. “Let’s go,” she said picking her own purse up. She needed to get home. She would deal with Mischa later, maybe in the morning. Ash smiled as they walked out. “Wait, how much have
