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 and

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

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

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

hand, making him bark into

little guy.” I squinted my eyes

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

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

sir.”

and a woman whispering made me slow my pace.

leave him with a stranger?” Judging by her voice,

hands already propped on her hips.

“He could

serial killer?”

and rarest teal

hair was curled in a luxurious foamed cascading on her shoulders. Her pink tongue flicked between her full lips in a

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

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

talk to a stranger, Ben. You’re not gonna have

is Thandry.”

Benoyce Arthur. I mean it, now!”

I tried to

call me as—” She abruptly stopped, looking at her son then pressed her lips into an angry line.

“Say it,” I

“Say what?”

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

gonna let him hear it.”

place Ben to the

him on how

Ben, let’s go home.” She offered her hand to her son, but Ben didn’t

zap into our hands. Her hand was warm, soft, and very feminine. My heartbeat instantly quickened just the

hand back forcibly, shooting me a glare.

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.

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

Alexander

“I said I don’t care!”

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

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

grabbed both of their hands and walked out

Me.” She hissed. Instead of doing so, I let go of

“We’re 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

enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled

“Not a chance, Ben,” his mom disagreed, making his shoulders

intently. “Will you do everything to make

“Of course, what stup—id

“Then let me carry your kid.”

love my son but I don’t want him to get close to you then you’ll be gone in two

least make him happy while I’m