BEDAZZLED SLOWLY BY YOU

CHAPTER 7

"Is my room ready?." Jaxion asked the reception at his resort in Pattaya. Good is silently following behind him looking like a wet puppy that Jaxion picked up from the street.

"Yes sir, it's ready." The girl replied while smiling at their boss. Ax nodded his head not bothering to smile back.

"Alright, give one room to this one and send the bill to the accounting... Tell them I said so." Jaxion said as he glances at Good who is glaring at the centralized air condition.

The people at the reception looked at each other as if silently talking among themselves.

"What's wrong?." Jaxion asked impatiently.

"Sir, we have a problem for at the moment there's no vacancy because a group of tourists arrived earlier this morning and checked in for a week filling up all available rooms." The manager explains.

Are you kidding me?

Jaxion is tempted to ask God why right on the spot. No, it shouldn't be his problem at all, he is the Boss here. Wherever Good sleep for the night is not his problem. But the said problem was now his problem because he stupidly took Good with him instead of sending him to where he should be going.

"Call me once a room is vacant." Jaxion schooled his exceeding temper and turn to leave, it's not good for the business to just ask a guest to leave because he needed a room. He pulled Good's collar and make him stumble while following him.

In every branch of leisure life, Jaxion has his room so if he ever visits there's a place for him even its jams packed.

He loves provincial branches because mostly it's near the sea and he loves the view. It relaxes Jaxion so much.

Now the real problem is on. There is only one bed, a two-seater couch, and a lazy boy in the room, where is he going to put Good's ass now?

Jaxion turns to his side and Good is gone. It's one in the afternoon and he is hungry but he has to deal with this.

He found Good at the open-concept bathroom that is overlooking the breathtaking view of the sea. Good's face is plastered against the glass like a child in the zoo. Curiously looking at what's on the other wall.

"Good, wash up and change and meet me at the restaurant," Jaxion said without waiting for a reply. He leaves the room and off to fill his rumbling stomach before thinking about anything else.

Good is standing between the room and the bath for a while thinking what to do. Shrugging, he opened his luggage for something to wear.

Everything is wet inside, aside from his underwear that his mother put inside a small plastic pouch with a ziplock.

Good in reality is shivering in cold. His wet shirt is now dry because of his body heat. Good started hanging his wet clothes around the room.

The tv, the backrest of the sofa, the chair in the vanity, the lampshade in the corner, and so on. He opened up the cabinet and saw clothes inside.

Taking a random shirt and sweatpants that is bigger than his size but that did not bother Good at all. And the thought that it's not his to just use casually did not cross his mind because what's inside his head is just two words.

Hungry and cold.

Good took about ten minutes to figure out how the bathroom works.

(Every time we checked in on hotels, their stupid bathroom always have these complicated concepts, I was waiting for the water to come out above my head but there's one that comes out in the side ?..why not just make it like what's in houses ? we only have a simple shower at home, the upper bulb is the shower and the lower is the tap.)

Good is not patient enough to balance the water temperature making him took the cold shower. His already shivering body is becoming even more frozen but he ignored it and made a wet trail on his way to the bed. The room is cold and he is now shaking. He changes into the dry clothes that he took without permission and instead of going out to follow Jaxion, Good curled under the comfort of the quilt on top of the huge bed.

With his hair damp, Good roll around and let the comforter wrap him like a burrito.

Jaxion is famished. His stomach is growling in hunger and he is tired of waiting. Good is taking forever. Jaxion is a rich child that been taught about all the proper etiquette. It's rude to eat first when you are waiting for someone. But Jaxion's temper is at the boiling point as of now. Telling one of his security to go call Good but his bodyguard came back alone saying there's no one opening the door. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Ax proceeds to eat on his own and forget about that i***t.

It's almost four in the afternoon when he goes back to his room to change and take a swim before working in the evening.

Upon opening the door, his eyes are assaulted by the mess inside his supposed to be an immaculately clean room. Clothes are hanged all over the place making Jaxion's head throb in stress and the puddle of water scattered on the floor is another story.

"Good! What the f**k did you do to my room!." Jaxion's OCD suffered a terrible attack on how his room looked like. There's no reply on his call and Ax is angry by now.

He saw a log of the quilt on his bed unmoving. That even put him to madness as he strongly pulls the comforter off Good's body.

Good curled into a ball when his armor suddenly disappeared putting his body into the freezer once again. But Jaxion did not notice the shivering turtle as his anger took over. He drastically pulled Good's right arm making him sit up. Jaxion's hand that made contact against Good's skin felt hot. He frowns as he tries to calm down and look at Good.

Good sluggishly sits with his eyes closed. He felt hot but it was freezing.

Jaxion's anger slowly dissipates once he saw Good's state. "What's wrong with you?."

"You."

Good looked up to Jaxion, squinting as his heavy lids are giving him a hard time doing so. His face is flush and his lips are red and dry. Good tried shaking the dizziness but it's not working.

"Oi, are you okay?." Jaxion's eyebrows knitted together when he get the vague reply.

"Who are you?." Good asked in a hoarse voice after eternity.

"I'm your conscience, now tell me what the f**k is wrong with you!?." Jaxion is stiff as he tried not to look around the room and see the mess as his eyes focus on Good.

Good's sleepy eyes peered at Jaxion but seem he is looking through him instead. "You are a noisy conscience." Good mumble before pulling back the comforter and covering his body from head to toe. The mighty CEO is standing beside the bed with his veins about to explode.

"This son of a..." Ax jerked the cover once again but the words lodge inside his throat when Good curled into a ball when the cold air inside the room hit his skin.

"Cold," Good said weakly with his eyes close.

Like everyone else, Jaxion's automatic reaction is to touch Good's forehead. And even he is not an expert on medical terms he can tell that Good has a fever.

"You have a fever."

"No, I don't... I'm not allowed to have a pet." Good replied. Fever and pets, what's the connection?

"Even with sickness, you are annoying." Jaxion's temper is forced to leave as the reason for him losing it is now down with a fever.

"I'll call a doctor to see what's wrong with you." Jaxion is shocked when Good suddenly raised from his unmoving position and leaves the bed before holding Jaxion's arms as Good focuses his tired eyes on Ax's wide orbs.

"I'm not sick, I'm going to work now." Good stumble around but because of the high fever, his already naturally slow perception becomes slower as his two feet tangle with one another.

Jaxion's reflexes reacted fast as he catches the falling Good that is about to kiss the floor. "Stay still! If I'm not going to have a heart attack because of how much you annoy me, I'll have high blood pressure because you are reckless!." Jaxion felt that he is so unfortunate for meeting someone like Good. His smooth sailing life is now just a memory for their path keep on crossing like some mystical wand is playing with their lives.

"Lie down and don't move!." Jaxion forced Good down his bed but the said patient is not listening at all as he tried getting up again. Jaxion climbs his bed, with one knee pressing down Good's thighs and his arms on both his shoulders to wedge him in place. "I said don't f*****g move! Which part of it you can't understand?!."

Good peep up Jaxion's face with his mouth slightly open as his breath comes out in labored puffs. "I'm not sick." He repeated but who would believe that?

"You need a doctor, I'm not going to look after your sick ass, just to remind you I'm not your father or your brother, not even your friend to sit here and watch for you." Jaxion made sure that Good stayed lying down on the bed as he looked for his phone.

Good's head is throbbing, his eyes are blurry and unfocused but the thought of a doctor seeing him is forcing him to open his eyes.

He doesn't like doctors.

He doesn't like hospitals.

He doesn't like injections.

He doesn't like medicines.

But Jaxion doesn't know that as he called someone.

"Bro, are you busy?."

"If I said yes will you stop bothering me?."

"No, "

"I think so too, what's up?."

"Can you drop by at the resort right now...."

"Are you sick? I told you to practice safe s*x all the time."

"I'm not sick! I need you to look at someone."

"Oh, so someone finally got pregnant... I don't do abortion..that's against my beliefs and principles."

"None of the choices!... Just come here please." Jaxion is losing his mind as he talks to his friend. Why did he even choose to be with this kind of friend anyway?.

"Alright, alright...such a hardheaded uncle."

Jaxion cut the call not listening any further to his friend's nonsense.

Jaxion eye the sick i***t that is now hiding under the cover like a kid. He is this old but still hates doctors? It's not like he will need a shot right?

Remembering that the other guy hasn't eaten anything yet, Jaxion approach the small hill. "What do you want to eat?."

Good stayed unmoving and Jaxion wondered if he fell asleep.

"Good..."

Good's messy mop of hair appeared before his glossy eyes peered out. "Tom Kha Gai, fried chicken, Minch pork, double Dutch ice cream, jello, orange juice."

"Maybe you want to add more because it's not that much yet?." Jaxion asked in sarcasm.

"I will order more later." In Good's hazy mind, someone is taking his order. With the freezing feeling he has, his hunger is fighting side by side.

Instead of debating with the sick i***t, Jaxion asked his bodyguard to call housekeeping to tidy up his room and deliver food.

"Cold."

Ax sighed in disbelief as he lowered the room temperature. He didn't even take care of his past flings, now he has to take care of a guy he barely knows that creating havoc on his perfect life.

Part of it is your fault though...well almost all of it is your fault...

That part of his brain again mocked him.

The housekeeping arrived right away, putting Jaxion's room in order. All Good's clothes were sent to laundry and Ax's OCD slowly calmed down.

The food arrived not long after. Jaxion's plan to take a swim in the inviting water flew out the window and he begrudgingly showers on his ensuite.

Jaxion paused from drying his hair with a towel after his shower when he saw an igloo like a scene on his bed. Good covered himself and the bed tray table full of bed with comforter creating a tent in the middle.

"Can you be normal for once?! Who even eats like that?." Jaxion nags.

"I am normally eating." Good muffled reply but Ax cannot what is he doing because he is covered.

"That's not normal... Eat properly!." Jaxion is about the yank the white cover but Good hold on it tightly.

"Cold."

"You are the only sick person I know who eats as if he hasn't eaten for days." Ax massage his temple and just let Good do what he wanted.

He checked his emails from his laptop trying to avoid glancing at his bed. But not long after he heard someone fall down the bed.

Idiot!

Good who refused to let the comfort of the bed cover tripped on it and fell down the bed with a thud. Good thing he missed the bed table if not it crashed on him too.

Groaning, Good stayed lying on the carpeted floor.

"You caught something?." Jaxion asked. If he is not in a bad mood he will be laughing at how ridiculous Good looks.

Good looked up without replying then raised his arms like a child wanting to be picked up.

"I'm dying."

Jaxion rolled his eyes as he pulls up the clumsy dummy from the floor. Good did not just say thank you but also picked up the bed table and passed to the astounded CEO then settle back to his cocoon.

Jaxion called his security and give him Good's mess without talking. He rather shut up.

And just wait for his friend to arrive in silence maybe that way the weird puppy will stop being weird for a while.

"Tell the doctor I'm dead," Good said in a sleepy voice.

"Then go die!."

"Okay."

"Shut up!."