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.”

you have any plan to open a restaurant?” Xandry asked, and my eyes dropped to his

but only in my kitchen,” Mom answered enthusiastically.

be glad to show you around,” Daddy

that, Bob. I want to see some of your horses and explore this place a little.” Xandry’s eyes

 shot dirty thoughts in my brain. I wanted

me and Mom.

Pyke quickly asked.

Kyland answered.

had a fraternal twin. His family was rich. His grandmother married Mike King who owned the Hotel Chains and restaurants.

glares at Xandry many times throughout the dinner. Was there something going on between

not to check-in

to his bed and he was actually late for his bedtime, so, no more bedtime story.

bedroom since he was always here every day when I had to help Daddy at his office. I ordered supplies for the horses, contacted and

went back to those cerulean eyes, the smirk on his full lips,

be gone before I can blink. You will be gone after tomorrow, and my life will

***

time I got a phone call during this hour. My heartbeat

Why was he calling me

sleepy head had not yet fully-functioned.

can’t close the bar if I have to leave this young man here alone.” Daddy’s older brother owned

every Saturday night because the Hays

man? Then why are you calling me if you can’t close the

and the accent. I’ve never seen him before, and he kept mumbling your name. Is he your guy, Blaine?”

guy, no!” My eyes widened. “Wait, can you describe him

“Tall, dark

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

that’s him, darlin’.”

“Oh, my God, Uncle! How did he even

get it why Bob

in town. Is he drunk?”

Auntie is already waiting for me.”

my eyes

the mirror. I

that I was going to pick up drunkass Xandry at the

Max’s Bar. The green neon lights were still on,

as I pulled the door

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