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

entertained by kids,

hand over the horse face. It

if he does not

my hand, making him bark into laughter in

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

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

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

“Yes, sir.”

a woman whispering made me slow my pace.

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

had hands already propped on her hips.

“He could be—”

“A serial killer?”

me. Her eyes widened--the most beautiful and rarest teal blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Holy

face as Bianca’s but her nose was smaller than her sister. Her champagne blonde hair was curled in a luxurious foamed cascading

Ben’s

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

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 for her five three or four inches height.

this is Thandry.”

“Just get down, Benoyce Arthur. I mean it,

as I tried

stopped, looking at her son then pressed her lips into an angry

it,” I dared

“Say what?”

you’re about to say.” I cocked my brow, challenging her. I may be an asshole, but I never cuss in front of

gonna let him hear

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

on how he quickly obeyed his mom’s words.

but Ben didn’t grab it and just

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

hand back forcibly, shooting me a glare.

maybe not ever because

way. Nice to meet you,

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

Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

I don’t care!”

a good kid.” I gave her a calm-the-fuck-down-looked.

my child, and

hands and walked out of the stable.

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

I might

eyes filled with hope.

mom disagreed, making his shoulders sag.

intently. “Will you do everything to make Ben happy?”

“Of course, what stup—id

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 days,” Blaine

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