[R-18|SPG] Night Stalker Series Book 2
"I don't care who you are, Xander."
"It's Xandry. Alexander Henry."
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Xandry avoided relationship when he saw how miserable his sister over a guy until he met a devastatingly beautiful woman who swears not...
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What are the holding hands all about anyway? ***
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 originally 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 to 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.
