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?”

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

been entertained by kids, but this little guy already grew

hand over the horse face. It was smooth and silky indeed.

if he does not

him bark into laughter in amusement.

me there, little guy.” I squinted my eyes

as he walked backward cautiously. In one swift move, he was already in 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 my shoulders.

out of the

“Yes, sir.”

woman whispering

stranger?” Judging by

hands already propped

“He could be—”

“A serial killer?”

most beautiful and rarest teal

was curled in a luxurious foamed

Fuck me! Those lips. Damnit, she’s Ben’s mom for the

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

eyes grew wider the 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 down, but I was too tall

is

Arthur. I mean it, now!”

“Wait, Blaine,” I said as I tried

me as—” She abruptly stopped, looking at her son

it,” I

what?”

say.” I cocked my brow, challenging her. I may be an

not gonna let him

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

here, Ben, let’s go home.” She offered her hand to her son, but Ben didn’t grab it and just glumly glanced at his mom’s opened

our hands. Her hand was warm, soft, and very feminine. My heartbeat instantly quickened just the feeling of her delicate skin on mine.

back forcibly, shooting me a

maybe

to meet you, Blaine.” I smiled and shook our hands.

don’t care who you are, Xander.” She broke the stare, looked down at her son, and calmly

Alexander

I don’t care!”

care about your child then, sweetheart. He’s a good kid.” I gave

me about how I should discipline my child, and

of their hands and walked out of the stable.

I let go of Ben’s hand and closed the door behind me.

the same direction, to your house, right? So I’m coming with you. I might get lost on my way.” Which was impossible. I looked at Ben. “Wanna come up?”

He nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled with hope.

chance, Ben,” his mom disagreed, making

my eyes and looked at her intently. “Will you do everything

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

me carry your kid.”

want him to get close to you then you’ll be gone

happy while