Xandry

Chapter 3 What Are Those Holding Hands All About Anyway?

 

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

kids, but this little guy already

I murmured as I ran my hand over the horse face. It was smooth

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

quickly pulled my hand, making him bark into

“Hmm, you got me there, little guy.” I

as he 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

I walked out of the

“Yes, sir.”

woman whispering made me

Judging by her voice, the woman

The angry woman had hands already propped on

“He could be—”

serial killer?”

beautiful and rarest teal blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Holy

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

Those lips. Damnit, she’s Ben’s mom for

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

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

is

Benoyce Arthur.

as I tried

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

“Say it,” I dared her.

“Say what?”

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

gonna let him hear it.”

place Ben to the

silently. I admired him on how he

offered her hand to her son, but Ben didn’t grab it and

I grabbed it instead. Tighter. And let the electricity zap into our hands. Her hand was warm, soft, and very feminine. My

her hand back forcibly, shooting me a glare.

now, or maybe not ever because she feels so

to meet you,

broke the stare, looked down at her

Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

said I don’t care!”

child then, sweetheart. He’s a good

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

both of their hands and

“Let. Go. Of. Me.” She hissed. Instead of doing so, I let go of Ben’s hand and

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

He nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes

mom disagreed, making

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

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

“Then let me carry your kid.”

him to get close to

make him happy while I’m here,” I whispered

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