One Cocky Mistake

XANDRY“Tell me again why should I come with you?” I asked my cousin, Pyke one more time as he pulled his car to a halt at the private airport and directly onto the tarmac. If he didn’t barge into my apartment and pick me up by himself I didn’t have a plan on going with them because I was still far from ready to face Camila again. Besides, I sent him a message that I couldn’t make it, but Pyke is Pyke—he didn’t buy my excuse.“Have you not apologized?” he asked back, grabbing my dark brown leather duffel bag from the backseat of his car while I ambled defeated at his back.“I did, but—”He stood up, closed the door a little bit with force, sighed, and gave me a sympathetic looked. “Xandry, she forgave you, and don’t beat yourself up. Camila has the kindest heart on the planet, and whether you like it or not you’re still coming with me. End of discussion.” Pyke hastened to the jet waiting for us.“I know, but they’r

XANDRYThis 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,

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

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

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