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?”

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

by kids, but this little guy already grew on me.

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

does not know you,

my hand, making him bark into laughter in amusement.

“Hmm, you got me there, little guy.” I squinted my eyes at him.

made me easier to swing him over my shoulder like a sack. He giggled at my back, grabbing a handful of my hair. Ben

out of the door. “Hold on

“Yes, sir.”

whispering made me slow my pace.

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

woman had hands already propped on her

“He could be—”

“A serial killer?”

rarest teal blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Holy shit! She’s

but her nose was smaller than her sister. Her champagne blonde hair was curled in a luxurious foamed cascading on her shoulders. Her

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

suddenly thicken. I shook the thought out of my head and inwardly groaned at how my shitty

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 down, but I was too

“Mommy, this is Thandry.”

Benoyce Arthur. I mean it, now!”

Blaine,” I said as I tried

at her son then pressed

it,” I

what?”

you’re about to say.” I cocked my brow, challenging her. I may

let him hear it.”

“Good.” I bent my knees to squat and place Ben to the ground. “I’m not

him on how

go home.” She offered her hand to her son, but Ben didn’t grab it and just

Tighter. And let the electricity zap into our hands. Her hand was warm, soft, and very feminine. My heartbeat instantly quickened

pulled her hand back forcibly, shooting me

yet, not now, or maybe not ever because she feels so damn

meet you, Blaine.”

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

Alexander

I don’t care!”

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

should discipline my child,

hands and walked out of the stable.

of doing so, I let go

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

nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled

mom disagreed, making

her intently. “Will you do everything to

narrowed. “Of course, what stup—id question

carry your kid.”

son but I don’t want him to get close to you then you’ll be

while I’m here,” I