Xandry

XANDRY

This place was surprisingly incredible. I didn’t even know that a barn and horse stable would ever get my interest, not until tonight.

Bob and his family bred, trained, and sell horses. They hired workers and experts to maintain their horses’ health, including diet, grooming, and performance.

The damn horse stable was bigger than my apartment. From the bottom of each stall hinged door was made of wood with bars attached in elegantly U-shaped allowing the head of the horse to move freely. It had windows and fans for ventilation and didn’t even smell disgusting at all. There were saddles, stirrups, headgear, halters, and bridles hung on its corner.

“That’s Applejack, Bianca’s horse.” Bob pointed to the horse with a tall and slim figure. He said it was a thoroughbred and one of the most expensive horses that originated from England.

Then he went to the next stall with a little darker than Applejack’s chestnut, but with finely chiseled bone structure and arched neck. “That’s Blaine’s—”

“That’s Mommy’s Queen,” said the boy named Ben.

“Mommy?”

“Yes. That’s mommy’s,” Ben repeated.

Wait, Blaine is a mother? And this boy is her son? I thought—shit! Yeah, he called Bob Dada. So, why am I so surprised? Maybe because Blaine was younger than Bianca to have a four or five-year-old boy.

“Arabian horse. I bought that from Dubai four years ago. Queen already bred.”

“How long does it takes to have a baby horse?”

“A foal, Xandry. Eleven months,” Bob chuckled.

I knew a lot of cars but not a damn horse, old man. I chuckled inwardly.

“Thandry, Mommy’s beautiful, right?” Ben pulled my finger, making me look down at him.

“Your mom?” I discreetly smirked.

“No, the horse.” He jumped pointing his tiny finger at the horse.

“Yeah, she’s gorgeous.”

“No, it’s a he, Thandry,” he eagerly corrected me.

Bob and I laughed at how he called my name. “Yes, he’s gorgeous. Wanna touch him?”

“No, but I rode with him before.”

“Are you even allowed to ride alone, little guy?” I ruffled his dark blond hair.

“Blaine took him with her. She was an equestrienne before she got pregnant with Ben.” Bob’s voice suddenly dropped, and I wondered how did she look like riding a horse.

“Why did she stop?”

“Mommy take care of me. Come and touch Queen. She’s sof and shinee,”

again. I’ve never been entertained by kids,

murmured as I ran my hand over the horse face. It was smooth and

does not know you,

pulled my hand, making him bark into

there, little guy.” I squinted my

arms. I lifted him up like he weighed nothing, and it made me easier to swing him over my shoulder like a sack. He giggled at my back, grabbing a handful of my hair. Ben continued laughing as I placed his legs on

as I walked out of the door. “Hold

sir.”

a woman whispering made me slow my pace.

him with a stranger?” Judging by her voice, the woman was pissed

had hands already

“He could

serial killer?”

The woman snapped her head at me. Her eyes widened--the most beautiful and rarest teal

nose was smaller than her sister. Her champagne blonde hair was curled in a luxurious foamed cascading on her shoulders. Her pink tongue flicked between her full lips in a nervous way.

 Damnit, she’s Ben’s mom for the love of fuck!

made my cock suddenly thicken. I shook the thought out of my head and inwardly

moment her gaze landed on my shoulders. “Ben, get down. What do you think you’re you doing up there? I told you not to talk to a stranger, Ben. You’re not gonna have Mom’s cookies tonight!” She tried to pull Ben

is Thandry.”

down, Benoyce Arthur. I

I said as I tried

her son then

I

“Say what?”

about to say.” I cocked my brow, challenging her. I may be an asshole, but I

let

Ben to the ground. “I’m not a stranger, Blaine. I’m here with your

down silently. I admired him on how he quickly obeyed his mom’s

son, but

into our hands. Her hand was warm, soft, and very

Blaine pulled her hand back forcibly, shooting me a glare.

or maybe not ever because she feels so

to meet you, Blaine.” I smiled and shook

“I don’t care who you are, Xander.” She broke the stare, looked

“It’s Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

“I said I don’t

child then, sweetheart. He’s a good kid.” I gave her a calm-the-fuck-down-looked.

how I should discipline my child, and I know he’s a good

I grabbed both of their hands and walked out of

doing so, I let

the same direction, to your house, right? So I’m coming with you. I might get lost on my way.” Which was impossible. I

eyes

“Not a chance, Ben,” his mom disagreed, making his shoulders sag.

her intently.

eyes narrowed. “Of course, what stup—id question is that?”

carry your

get close to you then you’ll be gone in two days,” Blaine whispered.

“At least make him happy while I’m here,” I whispered