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?”

take care of me. Come and touch Queen.

been entertained by kids, but this little guy already grew on me.

Queen,” I murmured as I ran my hand over the horse face. It

“Queen bites if he does not

I quickly pulled my hand, making him bark into

there, little guy.” I squinted my eyes

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

“Let’s go home,” I announced as I walked out of

sir.”

a woman whispering

a stranger?” Judging by her

already

“He could be—”

“A serial

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

blonde hair was curled

Those lips. Damnit, she’s Ben’s mom for the love of fuck!

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

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

is Thandry.”

get down, Benoyce Arthur. I

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

at her son then pressed her lips into an angry line.

“Say it,” I dared

what?”

about to say.” I cocked my brow, challenging her. I may be an

gonna let him

and place Ben to the ground. “I’m not a stranger, Blaine. I’m here with your sister.”

admired him on how he quickly obeyed his mom’s words.

her hand to her son, but Ben didn’t

soft, and very feminine. My

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.

meet you, Blaine.” I smiled and shook our

the stare, looked down at her son, and calmly said, “Come here, big guy,”

Alexander Henry.”

“I said I don’t care!”

a good kid.” I gave

teach me about how I should discipline my child, and I know he’s

of their hands and walked out of

let go of Ben’s hand and closed the door behind me.

same direction, to your house, right? So I’m coming with you. I might get lost on my way.” Which was impossible. I looked at Ben.

enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled

his mom disagreed, making his

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

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

let me carry your kid.”

I love my son but I don’t want him to get close

while I’m