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?”

care of me. Come and touch

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

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

does not know

making him bark into

there, little guy.” I squinted my eyes at

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

walked out of the door. “Hold

sir.”

whispering made me

with a stranger?” Judging by her voice, the woman was pissed

hands already propped on her

could

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

was smaller than her sister. Her champagne blonde hair was curled in a luxurious foamed cascading on her shoulders. Her pink tongue flicked between her full lips in a nervous way.

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

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

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!”

is Thandry.”

Arthur. I mean it,

said as I tried to bend

me as—” She abruptly stopped, looking at her son then pressed her lips into

I dared

“Say what?”

I cocked my brow, challenging her. I may be an asshole, but I

gonna let

place Ben to the ground. “I’m not a

I admired him on how

“Come here, Ben, let’s go home.” She offered her hand to her son, but Ben didn’t grab it and just glumly

let the electricity zap into our hands. Her hand was warm, soft,

forcibly, shooting me a glare.

 Not yet, not now, or maybe

Nice to meet you, Blaine.”

She broke the stare, looked

“It’s Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

I don’t

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

how I should discipline my child, and I know he’s a good

both of their hands and walked out of the stable.

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

might get lost on my way.” Which was impossible. I looked at Ben. “Wanna come

nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled with

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

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

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

carry your

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

happy while