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,”

I laughed again. I’ve never been entertained by kids, but this little guy already grew on

“Hey, Queen,” I murmured as I ran my hand over the horse face. It was smooth and silky indeed.

does not know you, Thandry,” Ben said.

my hand, making him bark

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

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

out of the door. “Hold

sir.”

woman whispering made me slow my

you leave him with a stranger?” Judging

woman had hands already propped on her hips.

“He could be—”

“A serial

widened--the most beautiful and rarest teal blue

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

she’s Ben’s mom for the love of fuck!

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

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

is Thandry.”

get down, Benoyce Arthur. I mean

said as I

her son then pressed her lips into an

I dared

what?”

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

“I’m not gonna let him

to squat and place Ben to the ground. “I’m

him on how he quickly

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

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

her hand back forcibly, shooting

now, or maybe not ever because

way. Nice to meet you, Blaine.”

you are, Xander.” She broke the stare, looked down at her son, and

Alexander Henry.”

I don’t care!”

sweetheart. He’s a good kid.” I gave her

should discipline my child, and

both of their hands and

doing so, I let

going in 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

He nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled with

his mom disagreed,

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

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

me carry

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

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