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?”

Come and touch

entertained by kids, but this little guy already grew

over

he does not know you, Thandry,” Ben

him bark into laughter

me there, little guy.” I squinted my eyes at him.

lifted him up like he weighed nothing, and it made me easier to swing him

go home,” I announced as I walked out of the

“Yes, sir.”

Bob and a woman whispering

did you leave him with a stranger?” Judging by

angry woman had hands already propped on her

could be—”

serial killer?”

snapped her head at me. Her eyes widened--the most beautiful and rarest teal blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Holy shit! She’s Ben’s mom. How wonderful?

Her champagne blonde hair was

she’s Ben’s mom for the love of fuck!

An image of her lips made my cock suddenly thicken. I shook the thought out of my head and inwardly groaned

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.

“Mommy, this is Thandry.”

Benoyce Arthur.

Blaine,” I said as I tried

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

I

what?”

say.” I cocked my brow, challenging her. I may be an asshole, but I never cuss in front

gonna let him

Ben to the ground. “I’m not a stranger,

Ben got down silently. I admired him on how he quickly obeyed his

go home.” She offered her hand to her son, but Ben didn’t grab it and just glumly glanced at his

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

back forcibly, shooting me a

yet, gorgeous.” 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.

looked down

Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

said I

then, sweetheart. He’s a good

discipline my child, and I know he’s

of their hands and walked out of the

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” She hissed. Instead of doing so, I let go of Ben’s hand and closed the

“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 looked

He nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled with hope.

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

I inwardly rolled my eyes and looked at her intently. “Will you do everything to make Ben happy?”

“Of course, what stup—id question is

me carry your kid.”

“Look, Alexander. I love my son but I don’t want him to get close to you then you’ll be gone

least make him happy while I’m here,” I whispered