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

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

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

he does not know you, Thandry,” Ben

making him bark into laughter in amusement.

you got me there, little guy.”

weighed nothing, and it made me easier

walked out

sir.”

Bob and a woman whispering made me slow my

him with a stranger?” Judging by

The angry woman had hands already

“He could be—”

serial

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

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

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

the moment 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

this is Thandry.”

Arthur. I mean

as I tried to

call me as—” She abruptly stopped, looking at her son then pressed her lips into an

it,” I dared her.

“Say what?”

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

not gonna let

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

I admired him on how

offered her hand to her son, but Ben didn’t grab it and just glumly glanced at his mom’s opened hand.

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

hand back forcibly, shooting me

not now, or maybe not ever because she feels so damn good.

Xandry by the way. Nice to meet you, Blaine.” I smiled and shook our

looked down at her son, and calmly said, “Come

“It’s Xandry. Alexander Henry.”

“I said I don’t care!”

your child then, sweetheart. He’s a

should discipline my child, and I

hands and walked out of the

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

I’m coming with you. I might get lost on my way.” Which was impossible. I looked at Ben. “Wanna come up?”

He nodded enthusiastically--hazel eyes

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

and looked at her intently. “Will you do everything to

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

let me carry your

get close to you then you’ll be gone

least make him happy while I’m here,”