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 Queen. She’s sof and shinee,”

been entertained by kids,

over the horse face. It was

not know you, Thandry,”

I quickly pulled my hand, making him bark into

guy.” I squinted my

walked backward cautiously. 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

walked out of the door. “Hold on tight, okay?”

“Yes, sir.”

a woman whispering made me slow

you leave him with a stranger?” Judging by

The angry woman had hands already propped on her hips.

could be—”

“A serial

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

same round small face as Bianca’s but her nose was smaller than her sister. Her champagne blonde hair was curled in a luxurious foamed cascading on her shoulders. Her pink tongue flicked

Ben’s mom for the love of

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

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

“Mommy, this is

get down, Benoyce Arthur. I mean it,

I said as I tried to bend down.

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

“Say it,” I dared her.

what?”

may be an asshole, but I never cuss in

not gonna let him hear

to the ground. “I’m not a stranger, Blaine. I’m here with your

down silently. I admired him on how he quickly

her son, but Ben didn’t grab it and just glumly glanced at

our hands. Her hand was warm, soft, and very feminine. My heartbeat

forcibly, shooting

maybe not ever because she feels so damn

meet you, Blaine.” I smiled and shook our

don’t care who you are, Xander.” She broke the stare, looked down at her son, and

Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

I don’t

your child then, sweetheart. He’s a good kid.”

child, and I know

both of their hands and walked out of the

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

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

He nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes

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

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

“Of course, what

me carry your kid.”

don’t want him to get close to you then you’ll be gone in two

“At least make him happy while I’m here,”