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 shinee,”
I laughed again. I’ve never been entertained by kids, but this little guy already grew on me.
“Hey, Queen,” I murmured as I ran my hand over the horse face. It was smooth and silky indeed.
“Queen bites if he does not know you, Thandry,” Ben said.
I quickly pulled my hand, making him bark into laughter in amusement.
“Hmm, you got me there, little guy.” I squinted my eyes at him.
Ben’s grin grew wide 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 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 shoulders.
“Let’s go home,” I announced as I walked out of the door. “Hold on tight, okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
Hearing Bob and a woman whispering made me slow my pace.
“Why did you leave him with a stranger?” Judging by her voice, the woman was pissed off.
The angry woman had hands already propped on her hips.
“He could be—”
“A serial killer?”
The woman snapped her head at me. Her eyes widened--the most beautiful and rarest teal blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Holy shit! She’s Ben’s mom. How wonderful?
She had the same round small face as Bianca’s but her nose was smaller than her sister. Her champagne blonde hair was curled in a luxurious foamed cascading on her shoulders. Her pink tongue flicked between her full lips in a nervous way.
Fuck me! Those lips. Damnit, she’s Ben’s mom for the love of fuck!
An image of her lips made my cock suddenly thicken. I shook the thought out of my head and inwardly groaned at how my shitty brain worked.
Her eyes grew wider 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 pull Ben down, but I was too tall for her five three or four inches height.
“Mommy, this is Thandry.”
“Just get down, Benoyce Arthur. I mean it, now!”
“Wait, Blaine,” I said as I tried to bend down.
“You don’t call me as—” She abruptly stopped, looking at her son then pressed her lips into an angry line.
“Say it,” I dared her.
“Say what?”
“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.
“I’m not gonna let him hear it.”
“Good.” I bent my knees to squat and place Ben to the ground. “I’m not a stranger, Blaine. I’m here with your sister.”
Ben got down silently. I admired him on how he quickly obeyed his mom’s words.
“Come here, Ben, let’s go home.” She offered her hand to her son, but Ben didn’t grab it and just glumly glanced at his mom’s opened hand.
I grabbed it instead. Tighter. And let the electricity zap into our hands. Her hand was warm, soft, and very feminine. My heartbeat instantly quickened just the feeling of her delicate skin on mine.
Blaine pulled her hand back forcibly, shooting me a glare.
“Not yet, gorgeous.” Not yet, not now, or maybe not ever because she feels so damn good.
“I’m Xandry by the way. Nice to meet you, Blaine.” I smiled and shook our hands.
“I don’t care who you are, Xander.” She broke the stare, looked down at her son, and calmly said, “Come here, big guy,”
“It’s Xandry. Alexander Henry.”
“I said I don’t care!”
“Do care about your child then, sweetheart. He’s a good kid.” I gave her a calm-the-fuck-down-looked.
“Don’t teach me about how I should discipline my child, and I know he’s a good and smart kid.”
I grabbed both of their hands and walked out of the stable.
“Let. Go. Of. Me.” She hissed. Instead of doing so, I let go of Ben’s hand and closed the door behind me.
“We’re going in the same direction, to your house, right? So 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 filled with hope.
“Not a chance, Ben,” his mom disagreed, making his shoulders sag.
I inwardly rolled my eyes and looked at her intently. “Will you do everything to make Ben happy?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Of course, what stup—id question is that?”
“Then let me carry your kid.”
“Look, Alexander. I love my son but I don’t want him to get close to you then you’ll be gone in two days,” Blaine whispered.
“At least make him happy while I’m here,” I whispered back.
“You don’t get it, Alexander Henry.”
My lips formed into a smirk. “I like the way you say my name.”
“Ass.”
“Mommy.” Ben’s eyes bouncing between me and Blaine.
“I said, us, Baby. Me and you.”
“And Sandry...” Ben trailed off making me grin from ear to ear. Now, it’s Sandry. There was progress right there, little guy.
“See, Ben likes me.”
“That’s what I don’t like.”
“Let’s go home.” I knew what she meant, and I couldn’t argue with her when she was right. I gripped her hand as she stomped beside me. She was wearing tight jeans with a pair of knee boots.
Who does the fuck says a woman doesn’t look sexy wearing knee boots? But angry Blaine was a lot sexier than any woman I’ve ever met.
“Sandry, can we come back there again?” The boy asked while his mom was raging beside me.
“Of course.”
“Do you know how to ride a horse?”
“Don’t lie,” Blaine interrupted quietly.
“I’ll try, Ben.”
“Mommy can teach you.”
“No, Ben. He will be busy with Auntie tomorrow, right Xander?” She arched a brow, her eyes still filled with anger.
Was she really trying to mispronounce my name on purpose? Like I care.
“I can excuse myself from them. I’m not actually needed so you can show me around, right, Mommy?” I cocked my brow with a mischievous smile to Blaine who just threw back a glare.
“Mommy teach Sandry how to ride a horse, please?”
“Please, Mommy? I know how to ride but a different kind of horse.” I smirked at her.
Her face turned red and redder as we reached their porch. I let go of her hand because I didn’t want to die with a hole in my head.
She quickly grabbed Ben’s hand as soon as she freed from my grip. “Let’s go, Ben.”
“See you later, Ben.” A wide smile spread across my face as I waved to the smiling boy.
“I thought you’re lost. I almost call the sheriff for a search and rescue team. Thought a bear attacked you out there.”
My smile instantly faded with Kyland’s sarcastic remarks. “I can still tell them our threesomes, Kyland,” I warned him though it was a joke and a jerk moved, but damn him if it didn’t piss me off.
“I never had a threesome with you, asshole. And stay away from her. What are those holding hands all about anyway?” His tone deepened.
I faced him, meeting his flinty eyes. “I don’t think it’s any of your business, Kyland. She’s a grown woman—”
“A beautiful, intelligent and who happened to be a heartbroken, a single mom who loves her son very much. She’s vulnerable and she’s not a type of woman who you fuck, so fuck off! Or I will warn her and tell her about your ventures and what you did to Cam.”
“You don’t dare do that.” My nose flared. He might be close to Pyke but if he was going to try to mind my fucking business then he didn’t know who the real Xandry was.
He laughed, making my body quiver. “Try me, man. Let me remind you, you are here because of Pyke, and this is my moment to prove that I deserve to be Bianca’s husband. Don’t you dare ruin it, or I will fuck you to the hell and back.”
BLAINEMy 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 ma
XANDRYSo fucking awful!My head was pounding, my muscles were aching, my limbs-- and holy fuck my back. How did I get into this goddamn awful couch? Who made this kind of thing? It was made of fucking rock.I bolted upright, making my head to throb when the realization hit me. I had to squeeze my eyes shut as my vision started to blur and spin. My lips were dry as a desert.After rubbing my temples a few times, I opened my eyes slowly and looked down. I’m wearing the same clothes yesterday, my shoes were taken off and perfectly aligned atop the chocolate and cream shaggy rug. What the fuck did I do last night? I was sure as hell what I had right now was a hangover.I looked around in the small living room. It still looked brand new with wood wall paneling, but I wasn’t sure what kind of wood it was. It looked so cozy and homie. A set of colorful sofa with drapes and square cushions to complete the country
BLAINEJesus, why did he have to be so damn sexy in the morning? His sexy hair looked in need of a haircut, but it did work on him, in fact, my fingers itched to run through it and wipe away from his forehead. I’d never known that even my soap smelled good on him that it never did on me.Crap! What in the ever-loving heck happened to me?I’m a single mom for god’s sake.I needed to focus on my son and not to some hot— jerk. A huge jerk who wanted to bury his manhood to anyone had a hole.I was taken aback by what he said before he left me alone. My room was my little sanctuary, but I couldn’t just push him out even the tension already thickened in the room that made my heartbeat quickened in my chest. Blame it on my dry spell.Jeez, calm down!His bright and warm cerulean blue eyes never missed meeting mine. He was playing catch with Ben. Why
XANDRYBlaine was frowning when I met her gaze. I wondered why her friends were laughing while she was displeased. Excusing myself from Finley and Riley who were busy grilling the marinated ribeyes, I wiped the sweat off of my face.Speaking of the gorgeous woman who fogged my brain with lust and made me hard too painful to bear was ogling at my abs. Most girls loved abs than a man’s brain, and I loved their mouth all over me.Nice.“Hey, girls.” I waved, and they were already smiling back. The brunette girl from Blaine’s left was also beautiful and the strawberry blonde as well, but Blaine was very attractive with her huge eyes. “Mind if I join?”“Aren’t you—”“Of course, take a seat, Xandry.” The brunette quickly butted in, making my brow cock.“Thanks, you know my name. Got a name beautiful?” I smiled genuinely, and the last thing I wanted was for
BLAINEThat was the most humiliating thing I ever did in my life, but one of the audacious moves I’ve made. What the heck came into me knocking on his door? Was it taking my best friends’ advice or was it because that was what I wanted to do?After running for thirty minutes around my parents’ property, I quickly hit the shower, then tiptoed to the kitchen, and planned to prepare breakfast for our guests since I woke up earlier than my usual routine.I thought everyone was asleep, but to my surprise, someone was already up. I jolted to stop when I saw a familiar figure sitting on the stool with a steaming mug on his grip.I glued to my own feet even though my mind screamed of running back. My body had a brain on its own and was gaily humming for him again. Tingles spread fast on my skin when I met his mesmerizing cerulean blue eyes, widened in surprise. Instantly, I was on fir
XANDRYThese were the shitty fifth days of my life since I got back to work. I kept on scribbling something on the white sheet but nothing came right. The trash bin was already half full of crumpled papers.My mind always went to the sweetest lips I’ve ever tasted every time I had something in mind. I gave my number despite her protest, but I guessed she intended not to call me since I promised not to call her first. I was still hoping and impatiently waiting for two days to see her again at her sister’s wedding.I always wondered what she was doing every day. I even imagined her riding Queen. Did Ben give her a hard time? I talked to Finley over the phone but I chickened out every time I wanted to ask him about Blaine.And since when I can’t pull my shit together?I tapped the pen on the new empty sheet. Hopelessly, I put the pen down and leaned my back on my ch
BLAINECamila hired a team to make the bride-to-be looked stunning. It led by Antoine who was humming in the enormous bridal suite to Bianca’s favorite song. The entire room smelled roses—her favorite flower plus there were roses everywhere in different colors and sizes— I could see Cam pampered her so much.She raised the Champagne flute in her reflection through the mirror with the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen from her, then gushed, “I’m getting married, sissy!”Normally, when talking about marriage it made my stomach twist and shoot a searing pain in my heart, but today it was my sister’s day and I couldn’t be any happier for her than anyone in this world.Unlike me, it was like bringing disgrace to my family for having a kid out of wedlock, but my family was supportive, accepted Ben, and loved him unconditionally.I took the Champagne flute from her hand, smiling back. “You’re getting married, future Mrs
XANDRYMy sister walked to Cam and Blaine with a huge smile on her face. I prayed inwardly and hoped she was not going to spill embarrassing stories about me.Focusing back to the woman in front of me, Megan giggled when I mentioned about Finley, though she stole glances more to Riley than him.“I’m not sleeping with a country guy,” she protested.“And why is that?”“It would be hard for us even for a booty call, duh.” She rolled her eyes, sipping her drinks.I smiled broadly. “But you like him.”Her brow raised in disbelief. “You’re serious about it? Since when you’re doing a matchmaking thingy?”“I am not. Look, Meg, give him a chance. He’s a good guy.”“And he looks like have a huge dick.”I barked into laughter, shaking my head in amusement. Seriously, this woman never filtered her mouth. “There is only one way to find out.” I stood up. “See you later, Meg.”“Go, get your gir