BEDAZZLED SLOWLY BY YOU

CHAPTER 6

Rains and Automobiles

Jaxion is dragging himself after juggling from place to place.

He is dead tired.

With Link bugging him about leaving Good alone in his office, a headache formed in no time.

At seven in the evening, all he wanted is dropped dead in his bed and wake up after twenty years but out of curiosity, he forced himself to go check what did Good do the whole time he is alone. His secretary told him that when she peek inside his office, Good is seriously working. Maybe he is not that bad?

Jaxion's exhaustion hit another level once he turned on his computer and saw what was on it.

His head felt like being a pump on by air on how lightweight he felt.

He slumps on his swivel chair and thinks of thousand and one ways to kill Good. That Good for nothing Good!

Jaxion reaches his limit for the day as he shuts down his computer, controlling himself from throwing it away, and climbs to his penthouse while breathing in and out. He is now thinking of hiring a nurse just in case his blood pressure exceeds the limit.

Taking a bottle from his private bar, he drinks straight from it as his mind plan to get back to Good.

It's childish yes but who wouldn't when that guy is annoying as hell.

That night Jaxion has been chased by the folders Good had made. Even his dreams and nightmares Good manage to penetrate without even trying.

The next day, Jaxion is sitting in front of his computer staring at the disaster that Good made. His blood is boiling in anger as he doesn't know if he will drag Good to fix it or just ignore him for real because he only brings a headache to himself every time he is near.

So instead of revising the documents on his table, he has to pull out every single file from each folder.

It has numbers

It has names

The earth

It is important

It looks important

Maybe it's important

More numbers

Bored games

Jaxion did not bother to continue reading after the boring games.

"Pat, come here." He called his secretary when he can't take it anymore.

"Yes, sir."

"Please, put my computer back to its original form," Jaxion told his secretary.

"Put it back?." Pat frowned.

Ax did not answer but stood up from his seat instead and gesture at his monitor.

Pat silently checked the screen and the woman in her late thirties smiled to a full-blown giggle while scanning the files.

"Do something about that please, before I lost my mind and throw that Good for nothing to Amazon." Jaxion massages his temple ignoring the voice inside his head that reminds him that it's partly his fault or just plain his fault.

"Well did this?." Pat asked as she silently commanded the guy who doesn't have any expression for having the guys in doing so.

"Just fix it for me, I have to be at Pattaya branch today, tell ." Jaxion sighed. He has to get a grip of himself and just avoid Good. That's the best decision he can come up with before he will lose his mind because he doesn't listen.

"I like that kid." Pat chuckled.

"Trust me, you don't want to get any more closely with him... You will lose your sanity." Jaxion scoffed while putting back on his suit jacket.

"Careful sir, sometimes the more we want someone's existence out of our life, the more you see them... Then the more they appear at sight, the more you think of them, then you don't realize you are falling yet," Pat told the younger boss.

"Not gonna happen," Jaxion said firmly.

First, he is not gay.

Second, he is better than that.

Lastly, even if he is gay, Good will be the last on his list he will ever like.

"Okay, whatever you say."

Jaxion wanted to argue about that matter but decided to leave it be because it will never end.

He knows himself that will never happen.

Usually, if he has to go anywhere out of Bangkok his driver and bodyguard will drive for him but because he wanted to clear his head from negative thoughts he decided to drive himself while they follow closely.

He needed to maybe breathe some fresh air to clear his mind.

Good is staring at Boomee like he is saying some foreign language. The poor Good who happily gone back to his working table is once again put into confusion.

"They are lacking people at Huan Hin so just for three days, you will be assigned there and you don't have to worry because they will provide a place for you to stay and the food will be charged to the company. Aside from that, you will have a bonus." Boomee told Good who is just staring at him without blinking.

"Did you get what I said?." Boomee knows that Good did but because the boy is just there staring at him unmoving, he is not sure if he listened.

Good nodded his head slowly. He wanted to say no, there are lots of them there but why it has had to be him? But if he said that he will have to explain why he can't go.

Like a scolded turtle, Good slowly tidy up his clutter-less table and shut off his computer.

"Good, drop by the accounting and pick up your expense money... They know about it already just tell them you are from I.T"

Good is standing outside the accounting thinking if he should knock first or just enter the room.

For about five minutes he was standing there not doing anything. Then the door suddenly opens up.

"How may I help you?." The guy was shocked to see Good standing like a statue right after he opened the door.

"I'm from the I.T department," Good said without elaborating.

The other guy wanted to say so but he chooses not to and just raised his eyebrow. Good only looked him in the eye as if giving him a secret message.

The guy opened the door again peeking inside after saying under his breath how come weird people this day are out in the street. "Anyone needs something from the I.T?."

Many voices said no can be heard outside.

"Let the guy in, Sir Boomee has already given me an instruction." A woman's voice cut them.

Good entered a huge room with many people working inside.

"You are new?." The woman who let him in asked.

Good just shook his head. Why does he have to explain why and how he is there, asking him unnecessary questions. Can they just give him the money so he can go?

After the torture of staring into space and shaking his head, Good is off to go. He has to go home and pack up his things for three days.

"Are you sure you will be fine?." Anya asked her son while packing his luggage.

"Sweetheart, your son is an adult ... It's good to let him explore the world all by himself besides Huan Hin is just two hours away, nothing to worry about." Lee coaxed his worried wife.

"Not to worry? He can't even pack up properly...if we didn't arrive he will be wearing mismatch clothes the whole time he is there."

"It's just clothes." Good reasoned out. Why does he need to match the shirt to the pants to the color of his shoes? For him what's important is he is wearing clothes.

Anya glared at her son before making sure the boy's not going to look like a man living under the bridge for the period he is away from home. She's thinking of offering something to every temple she knows for this son of hers.

Now Good's real problem is up. He is inside his car with the engine on but he is not sure which way to go.

After ten minutes of staring into nothing, he turns on the navigation of his phone and started to follow the unreliable robotic voice of Google.

When Good reach the highway with no houses on the side, dark clouds started to form. Good never read or watch the news so knowing that it will rain is impossible. The rain started like droplets then became like a shower. Good did not mind that as he drives just the same while following his navigation.

But then suddenly his car stopped.

It's out of gas.

It's eleven in the morning but the road seems like it's abandoned for there are not many cars passing by.

Good stayed seated as he watches his windshield become blurred with the rain.

With him sitting there like a log for ten minutes the rain stop. W, ell get off his car take his bag from the compartment started to walk.

In his mind maybe he will reach his destination after two hours. Nodding to that thought, instead of thinking of hitchhiking to any car or truck or any vehicle to pass by or maybe calling someone, he decided to walk.

After walking for about ten minutes, the rain resumed. Good paused while looking up at the sky. No, he is not cursing God for the rain, he is thinking if he should go back to his car and wait there.

The rain wet his face and started drenching him all over.

He shrugged his shoulders as he continues walking not minding him getting wet

Jaxion carefully drives as the rain washes the road. The silence inside his car is making him at peace with the low music filling his space, Jaxion's mood becomes better.

He frowned when he saw a car just ahead blocking the road. He honk a few times but the car did not budge at all.

The security that is following behind him gets off the car and checks.

Jaxion waited till his men knock on his window.

"What's wrong?."

"There's no one inside sir, I think the car broke down and the driver hitchhikes on the passing cars.''

Jaxion shrugged after hearing that and just round the car and continue his travel. But after just five minutes of driving, he saw someone walking beside the road without anything on against the rain aside from a hoodie.

He is thinking if he should help for that is not too safe but his security is just behind and remembering the car he passed by Jaxion honked to get the guy's attention but he continued walking like he did not hear anything.

Jaxion who only wants to help is getting impatient as he drives slowly just beside the guy.

Good who is wearing his earphones and listening intently

The voice of the navigation did not hear the honking car so he was startled when he turned to the side and saw a tinted car driving slowly beside the road. He ignored it and continue walking under the rain like he is waterproof.

Jaxion stepped on his break when he saw the glimpse of Good who just glance at his car momentarily and continue walking.

What is this guy doing there?

Is he being played at?

Annoyed by being ignored he is tempted to just speed away but he swallowed the annoyance as he takes a deep breath.

He lowered his window and once again honked at Good.

" Good!."

Good glance to the side and saw the window beside the driver lowered down and a familiar face is looking at him.

Jaxion silently curses when he saw the pale face that became even more frozen while staring at him silently.

"Get in," Jaxion said without further ado.

Good did not move as he looked up letting the rain drench his face even more.

"I said get the f**k in!." Jaxion's patience runs out fast in just a minute.

Good, hurriedly round the backseat and about to enter when Jaxion yelled at him. "I'm not your driver!."

The wet puppy slipped on the passenger's seat not caring about the expensive leather getting wet.

Jaxion closed his eyes as he ignores his car being ruined in front of his eyes.

"What the f**k are you doing under the rain like some lead actor of a movie?." Jaxion asked in exasperation as he starts his car.

"Walking."

Jaxion's grip on the stirring wheel tightened. "Where are you going?." He ignored the last reply and asked him that instead.

Well, pull out his wet phone that maybe the world took pity of him for it is waterproof. He showed Jaxion the navigation where it shows Leisure Life resort and casino on the screen. "Huan Hin."

Jaxion is not sure if he will laugh or just pull his hair or call all Gods. "This way is going to Pattaya and you did not indicate there that you are going to Huan Hin branch and the navigation is leading you to Pattaya branch," Jaxion explains slowly. Who in their right mind sends him to Huan Hin anyway?

"What happened to your car?."

"No gas."

Breath in...

"And you decided to walk instead of calling for help?."

"Hmm-mm."

Breath out...

"Why are you going there?."

"Work."

Calm down...

Good suddenly sneeze nonstop. Jaxion gritted his teeth when he saw him shivering in the cold. He lowered the car's air-con and was about to scold Good but bite his tongue to stop himself.

"Are you thinking?."

"Yes." Good nod.

"No, you are not." Jaxion pulled out his phone and call his security to have Good's car towed and bring back to Bangkok.

Then he dialed Boomee's number. "Uncle, Good is with me, I'm taking him to Pattaya... Send someone else to Huan Hin." Jaxion knows the problem in Huan Hin but with this state, Good will end up at the end of the earth.

"Take off your jacket." He sighed as he saw Good's chattering teeth with the cold. He grab his jacket in the backseat and passed it to Good who obediently wore it.

"Why didn't tell Uncle Boomee that you may end up lost so he will send someone else?."

Good shrugged his shoulders as he can't find a reason yet.

"Are we going to Huan Hin?." Good remembered to asked.

"No, I don't have a plan to take you there, I'm not going to change route just because you are lost."

"Why?."

"Because I'm your boss and it's not my job to take you wherever you want."

"Okay." Good said and another fit of sneezed come up after.

"You are the most stupid person I've ever met," Jaxion said while shaking his head. "Who in their right mind walk under the rain with no gear at all? What are you waterproof?."

"No, can't you see I'm wet?."

Yeah, can't you see he's wet?

The stupid part of his brain chipped in.

"I'm questioning your sanity here so don't be sarcastic, so what are you thinking of walking under the rain? And going the wrong way at that... I may think you are following me you know."

"No, I only follow those people in the supermarket giving a free taste of the food they are selling."

Can I throw him out of the car now? Maybe some broken ones will realign his brain cells?

"You want to walk back to Bangkok?."

"Why?."

"Because I'm tempted to do so."

Good suddenly rummage on his wet backpack and pull out a white envelope. He takes out all the bills and gives them to shocked Jaxion.

"What's this for?."

"My payment."

"Payment?." The creased on Jaxion's forehead deepened.

"For your services."

"For my..."

Oh for f**k sake!

"The accounting gave me money for the expenses."

Jaxion stopped his car and get out of the vehicle and yell out loud.

He got in again and drive as he ignore Good. He has to if he doesn't want to just smash his car to the nearest tree.

"You don't want money?."

"Shut up!."