I Know It Ain't The Stallion Novels & Stories

Who is insanely hot and dangerous! I could hear my heartbeat in my eardrums, ba..dum..ba..dum. We are in the elevator riding up to my floor, he's behind me,his scent assaulting my senses that I could hardly stand straight. It isn't too late to back out but my guts told me that Gray Westmore wouldn't be ecstatic about my change of decision and I wasn't saying that because I wanted him or his body.Nope.

Emmett Stevens. Who in this city didn't know the chairman of its leading enterprise? Who didn't know his wealth was astronomical, or that he had only one son? Which meant that the so-called female college student accused of abandoning a baby and secretly giving birth…was actually the legitimate heir of Stevens Corporation! The crowd that had been cheering Shirley just moments earlier went pale in an instant. The reporters turned just as white, lowering their cameras without a word. "Oh, no, Mr. Stevens. This is all a misunderstanding!"

The horses lifted their heads as we passed, some snorting, some flicking their ears. Then one of them — taller than the rest, with a coat as dark as midnight and a mane that shimmered like silk — let out a sharp, ringing sound that echoed through the stable. Silas’s mouth curved. “That’s mine. Isn’t he majestic?” I glanced at the stallion, who was tossing his head with an almost arrogant flair. A quiet smile tugged at my lips before I realized it. “He recognizes you.”

Dad says with a grin. Ashton groans. I can’t help but laugh. “It’s for the good of the company.” * * * Just before the race begins, we all go outside so the horses can parade around for the people. Thunder is with his new jockey, Brian, and he’s shown as his registered name of Ahead of the Storm, which is what the announcer will call him during the race. Next comes Valentine as Love Comes Quickly and his jockey, Christian. “Go Thunder!” Hayden calls. “Boo Valentine!”

Alora I wasn’t angry at being sedated, and in fact Killian had asked me. I was afraid that if he attempted to keep me restrained in the car I would lose my ever loving shit. Not that I haven’t already been losing my shit, as that’s kind of been the whole theme for a little while now. Ah, who the fuck am I kidding, I have been losing my shit my whole fucking life.

I hurried towards it, it look like a stallion I'm sure it is but I didn't know much about horse or any animals for that matter, its hair was so long and black, his eyes so dark it reminded me of Jet, even the horse was black. "Oh you fond Jello" Clair said watching me. "Oh my God! He is so beautiful! He is a he right?" I cried, too bad the horse just stared at me like I was dumb or something. "Yes a he, a stallion. The very last of its breed, only heavens knows where Jet got him from" "I want to ride it!" I reached to pull the door open but a groom appeared from nowhere and stopped me before I could reach for the door, I jerk back in surprised.

Matthew’s caramel eyes locked onto hers, a knowing glint surfacing. "I know because my cousin never accepts a loss. And that" he pointed toward the dirt track where a fiery red stallion was now muscling ahead of the pack, while a white contender also surged forward to challenge the lead, "is Roman’s beast. He always puts his faith in Jordan."

I hear Keya gasp as she mindlinks me, ‘OMG, she heard us! God this is embarrassing. I told y’all to chill but you didn’t listen to me!’ Shit, we didn’t listen to her, ‘My bad Babe.’ I hear her sister ask, “Keya what’s a Stallion?” Keya just sighs exaggeratedly shaking her head. “It’s a large male horse, Fatt.” Annoyed she tells me, “ Just help me get them ready.” So I begin to help Fatt & Trell pack their bags for today while she gives Qwan his asthma treatment and cleans his nose which seems to be full or running all of the time. Then washes her hands to give Grammy an insulin shot in her stomach. And she reminds her to take her meds and check her sugar levels. “Yeah yeah I know.” Grammy gr

Cassandra’s POV That following Saturday, the four of us showed up at the Continental cup, Stella and I donning large-brimmed hats. I’d never been to a horse race before. Neither had Stella. We were both very excited. “I can’t believe he bought you a fucking horse,” Stella said, her arm linked in mine. “I mean, come on. I love Cameron and all, but could Dillon BE any more perfect?”

“I know what you're thinking, but I'm not taking Than.” He stopped, causing me to bump into him. Then he turned around, one brow raised. “What?” I drew a deep breath. “I'm not taking Kaan's horse.” He shrugged. “Then don't. I wasn't talking about his horse.” He opened Kaan's private stable, and I realized that a few more horses were there. Nathair pointed at the dark gray one with a silver mane. “This is Atius. You won't find a horse faster than he is, and with your weight, he will carry you for hours.”