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 Queen. She’s sof and shinee,”

by kids, but this

as I ran my hand over the horse

“Queen bites if he does not know you, Thandry,” Ben

making him

little guy.” I

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 at my back, grabbing a handful of my hair. Ben continued laughing as I placed his

walked out of the door.

“Yes, sir.”

Bob and a woman whispering made me slow

stranger?” Judging by her voice, the woman was pissed off.

woman had hands already propped on her hips.

could

serial killer?”

and rarest teal blue

the 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

she’s Ben’s mom for the

thought out of my head

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

“Mommy, this is Thandry.”

Benoyce Arthur. I mean it, now!”

Blaine,” I said as I tried to bend down.

at her son then

I dared her.

“Say what?”

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

“I’m not gonna let him hear it.”

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

down silently. I admired him on how he

son, 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

pulled her hand back forcibly, shooting me a glare.

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

care who you are, Xander.” She broke the stare, looked down at her son, and calmly said, “Come

Alexander Henry.”

I don’t care!”

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

discipline my child, and I know he’s a

their hands and walked out

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

with you. I might get lost

enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled with hope.

his mom disagreed, making

rolled my eyes and looked at her intently.

Her eyes narrowed. “Of course, what stup—id question

me carry your kid.”

want him to get close to you

make him happy while