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

I’ve never been entertained by kids, but

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

does not know you, Thandry,” Ben

hand, making him bark into laughter in amusement.

little guy.” I

already in my arms. I lifted him up like he weighed nothing, and it made me easier to swing him over my shoulder

go home,” I announced as I walked out of the door. “Hold on tight, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

Bob and a woman whispering made me slow my pace.

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

already propped on her hips.

“He could be—”

“A serial killer?”

beautiful and rarest teal blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Holy

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

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

of her lips made my cock suddenly thicken. I shook the thought out of my

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

is

get down, Benoyce Arthur. I mean it, now!”

said as I tried to

don’t call me as—” She abruptly stopped, looking at her son then pressed her lips into an angry line.

it,” I dared

“Say what?”

may be an

not gonna let

to squat and place Ben to the ground.

got down silently. I admired him on how he quickly

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

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

her hand back forcibly, shooting me a

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

“I’m Xandry by the way. Nice to meet you, Blaine.” I smiled and shook our hands.

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

“It’s Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

I don’t

“Do care about your child then, sweetheart. He’s a

should discipline my child, and

hands and

let go of Ben’s hand and closed the door

might get lost on my way.” Which was impossible. I looked

He nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled with hope.

Ben,” his mom disagreed, making his shoulders sag.

at her intently. “Will you do everything to make Ben

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

let me carry your kid.”

get close to you then you’ll

happy while I’m here,” I whispered back.