Xandry

BLAINE

My eyes nearly pop-out from each socket the moment I had the first glimpse of Xandry. I’ve seen handsome guys, my ex was considered handsome, but he was an asshole.

Xandry was extremely gorgeous, cocky, charming, and exuded the playboy-aura. And I had a thing with those qualities that led me to early pregnancy, so that was a no-no.

Most handsome guys were assholes and women made them what they were. And I’ve learned not to stroke their ego.

This man was tall--damn tall that I had to crane my neck with my five foot four just to look up at him. His cerulean blue eyes were checking out on me. My face heated in embarrassment when I remembered what I was wearing. Nothing fancy.

It was not that I was going to jump into him if I wore a pretty dress because he was gorgeous, but I happened to know how to appreciate a good looking guy. Kyland was good looking and so as Pyke, but their handshakes never made my body seized.

It had been five years since I felt this kind of touch--a touch that sent sizzling of electricity through my body. It felt so good that I had to swallow the moan before it embarrassed me in front of my son, but the more I held my moan, the more my body was on fire. I couldn’t help but grip his hand back to cease down the intensity, but it was just getting worse like a charge of current electrified between us about to combust.

Damn this hormone. Damn this spell had been dried for so long. Damn him!

Why did he have to be so hot? So damn hot! His hotness lured me in, made me want to lean on his broad chest, smell his musky and manly scent, trace my fingers on his sinful lips, to his five o’clock shadow, to his square carved jaw and that cleft chin. Just the thought of it made my nipples puckered against my bra and ache between my thighs.

Get a grip, Blaine! He screamed danger. A danger to my already shattered heart.

Everyone was already on the table when I got back from my room to take a breath and relax.

“I’m sorry, I let you wait for me, guys.” I took a seat between mom and Camila, across Xandry. And for the umpteenth times, our gaze collided, and his eyes were like magnets that could lure any woman into his bed.

Why did he have to be so hot? That’s the second time now, Blaine. And that bothered me. Just his smirk was already a lot to take in, what more the entire package?

I took a little amount of every food Mom’s prepared because I was starving and I knew her cooking skills.

“Hmm, wow! Brenda, this is delicious.” Kyland shoved another forkful of Mom’s potato salad into his mouth.

“Thank you, dear! I hope Bianca cooks for you. Believe me, food is really through a man’s heart, B.” Mom glanced and smiled at my sister across the table.

“I did, mom, but yours is the best,” Bianca replied.

“This is really amazing, Brenda. I think I should ask for some recipes from you if you don’t mind,” Carissa commented.

“Oh, no problem, dear. I’m glad you like it.”

his mouth. Those red full lips curled to smile when

love to cook, dear, but only in my kitchen,” Mom

anytime, Xandry. I’d be glad to

of your horses and explore this place a little.” Xandry’s eyes lit up, giving Daddy a megawatt smile,

I wanted

like Queen too,” Ben agreed, sitting between me and

Pyke quickly asked.

“Blaine’s horse,” Kyland answered.

was rich. His grandmother married Mike King who owned the Hotel Chains

times throughout the dinner. Was there something going on between them?

rest before dinner. Mom insisted on them not

after I put Ben to his bed and he

into Ben’s bedroom since he was always here every day when I had to help Daddy at his office. I ordered supplies for the

cerulean eyes, the smirk on his full lips, and

you, Xandry! You will be gone before I can blink. You will be gone after tomorrow, and

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on the nightstand causing me to sit abruptly. I couldn’t remember the last time I got a phone call during this hour. My heartbeat accelerated. I blindly tapped the nightstand and grabbed my phone. It was four in the morning.

me at this

I asked, my sleepy head had

you up, but I can’t close the bar if I have to leave this

some time every Saturday night because the Hays band played acoustic songs every weekend.

brows in confusion. “Young man? Then why are you calling me if you can’t close

him before, and he kept mumbling your

My eyes widened. “Wait,

“Tall, dark

stopped, realizing how did I describe him to my Uncle. Ugh! Blaine, he’s fudging

him, darlin’.”

How did he even get there?

I get it why Bob invited me to

“Yeah, Bianca’s friends are in town. Is he drunk?”

Auntie is

my eyes inwardly.

myself in the mirror. I gargled with mouthwash, then grabbed

and Daddy that I was going to pick up drunkass Xandry at the bar.

After fifteen minutes, I’m already parked in front of Max’s Bar. The green neon lights were still on, but only Uncle’s truck left

called as I

and take a look at your friend,” Uncle Max chuckled beside Xandry. His head was already dropped