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?”

and touch Queen. She’s sof

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

“Hey, Queen,” I murmured as I ran my hand over the horse

“Queen bites if he does not know you, Thandry,” Ben said.

I quickly pulled my hand, making him bark into laughter in amusement.

me there, little guy.” I squinted my

weighed nothing, and it made me easier to swing him over my shoulder like

home,” I announced as I walked out of the door.

“Yes, sir.”

whispering made me slow my

you leave him with a stranger?” Judging by her

had hands already propped on her hips.

“He could be—”

serial killer?”

rarest teal blue eyes I’ve ever seen.

was

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

I shook the thought out of my head and inwardly groaned at how my shitty brain worked.

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 for her five

this is Thandry.”

Benoyce Arthur. I

as I tried to bend down.

She abruptly stopped, looking at her son then pressed her lips into an angry line.

I

what?”

her. I may be an asshole, but I never cuss in

let

bent my knees to squat and place Ben to the ground. “I’m not a stranger, Blaine. I’m here with

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

hand to her son, but Ben didn’t grab it and just glumly glanced

I grabbed it instead. Tighter. And let the electricity zap into our hands. Her hand was warm, soft, and very feminine. My heartbeat instantly quickened just the feeling of her delicate skin

hand back forcibly, shooting me a

yet, not now, or maybe not ever because she

you, Blaine.” I smiled and

looked down at her son, and calmly said, “Come here, big

“It’s Xandry. Alexander

said I

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

should discipline my child, and I know he’s a good and smart kid.”

I grabbed both of their hands and walked out of the stable.

of doing so, I let go of Ben’s hand and closed

going in the same direction, to your house, right? So I’m coming with you. I might get lost

nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled with

chance, Ben,” his mom disagreed, making his shoulders

at her intently.

“Of course, what stup—id question is

carry your kid.”

don’t want him to get close to you then you’ll be gone in two days,” Blaine whispered.

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