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?”

of me. Come and touch

laughed again. I’ve never been entertained by kids, but this little

over the horse face.

does not know

pulled my hand, making him bark

you got me there, little guy.” I squinted

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 legs on my

go home,” I announced as I walked out

sir.”

Hearing Bob and a woman whispering made me

“Why did you leave him with a stranger?” Judging by her

had hands already propped on her hips.

“He could be—”

“A serial killer?”

widened--the most beautiful and rarest teal blue eyes

champagne blonde hair was curled in a luxurious foamed cascading on her shoulders. Her pink tongue flicked

me! Those lips. Damnit, she’s Ben’s mom for the

of her lips made my cock suddenly thicken. I shook the thought

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 tall

this is

“Just get down, Benoyce Arthur. I mean it, now!”

I tried to

don’t call me as—” She abruptly stopped, looking at her son then pressed her lips

“Say it,” I dared

“Say what?”

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

let him hear it.”

the ground. “I’m not a

down silently. I admired him on how he

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

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

Blaine pulled her hand back forcibly, shooting me a

gorgeous.” Not yet, not now, or maybe

“I’m Xandry by the way. Nice to meet you, Blaine.” I smiled and

She broke the stare, looked down at her son, and

Alexander

“I said I don’t care!”

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

“Don’t teach me about how I should discipline my child, and I know he’s a good

grabbed both of their hands and walked out of the stable.

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

might get lost on my way.”

He nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes filled with

Ben,” his mom disagreed, making his

inwardly rolled my eyes and looked at her intently. “Will you

“Of course, what stup—id question

me carry your kid.”

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

him happy while I’m here,” I whispered