Bedmates Soulmates novel Chapter 59

A Bear With A Sore Head 

When Austyn asked him to go for a jog, Jesse relented. 

It was good to get some exercise, he thought. 

But after the jog came basketball, where he was slayed by Austyn’s slam dunks. 

After the basketball came archery. 

Jesse watched Austyn pull on the drawstring so hard that the arrow penetrated the target board. 

And now, kickboxing- 

Austyn called it sparring. 

Jesse called it a one–sided slugfest. 

‘I’m going to end up as a patient at my own hospital, Stamford General’s chief physician grumbled. 

“Get up.‘ His friend from hell said in a flat voice. 

“Man, what’s gotten into you today?‘ Jesse refused to move. “Not only are you flogging yourself to death, you are also flogging your dear friend–yours truly–to a premature death.” 

His idea of a leisurely Saturday was lounging on a beach chair and soaking up the sun, not participating in the decathlon. 

Austyn looked away. 

Then he swung a long leg over the rope and left the ring 

Something was definitely up. 

Jesse did a kip–up and chased after his friend. ‘Hey, come on, Austyn, talk to me.” 

He was about to hook an arm around his buddy’s shoulder. 

Austyn shoved his hand away. 

“Just blowing off steam,‘ he said in answer to Jesse’s question. 

“What kind of steam? From where?” Jesse stared at his friend’s back. 

Austyn had already disappeared into the locker room. 

Jesse scratched his head. 

The best way to unwind was to spend time with a woman. 

His friend had come to the wrong place. 

Luckily, he knew just the right place. 

An hour and a half later. 

At the Attica. 

‘Sit back, put your feet up, relax. Do whatever you want My treat today.” 

Jesse caressed the thigh of a beautiful girl in a bodycon dress sitting on his lap. 

He winked at his friend, seated on the sofa opposite. 

They were in a lavishly decorated private box of one of Stamford’s most exclusive nightclubs. 

A Bear With Sore Head 

“You’ve been keeping your nose clean all this time. How long has it been? A year? Time to let your hair down.” 

Austyn was leaning back against the backrest, eyes closed. 

His face was masked by a dim, pink light from the ceiling. 

‘Do you think I’m like you?‘ he put one hand on his forehead and said quietly. 

Jesse rolled his eyes. 

If his friend was in a better mood, he would not have let go of that insult so easily. 

Another woman was perched on the sofa next to Austyn. 

Her eyes were fixed on his Adam’s apple, made more prominent with his head tilted back. 

Jesse whistled. 

The woman looked up. 

He gave her a wink. 

She got the message, stood up and leaned in closer to Austyn. ‘Sir, let me entertain you.” 

Austyn didn’t move. 

She bent over to pick up a glass of wine on the coffee table, presenting a tantalising view of her backside. 

Austyn’s eyes were closed. 

The woman in a sparkling blue slip dress rested her ample bosom on Austyn’s arm and cooed in a coquettish voice, ‘Sir, have some wine. I could offer some help if you’d like.” 

She licked her lips suggestively. 

Austyn spared her a glance. ‘Go sit over there before I get angry.” 

His emotionless monotone sent a chill down her spine. 

The girl shivered, bit her lip and looked to Jesse for help. 

The doctor shrugged and tipped his chin. 

She got up, moved away from Austyn and sat down in a corner. 

Some men preferred to act like upstanding citizens when the lights were still on. 

But she could usually tell, by the bulge in their pants when she sat on their lap, that she had them. 

Not this man. 

His eyes were cold. 

He was impervious to her inviting touch. 

It was better to lose her tips for the night than risk incurring that man’s wrath. 

Agitated, Jesse pushed his companion away. 

“Spit it out, what’s bothering you? You’ve been acting like a bear with a sore head all day.” 

Austyn ignored his friend. 

It wasn’t that he was unwilling to talk, but Jesse the debauchee was the wrong kind of audience. He wouldn’t understand. 

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Jesse threw up his arms. ‘Fine, don’t tell me then. Be like that. But I suggest you go and see a head doctor and get a handle on whatever it is that you keep bottled up before it explodes. I don’t have to tell you how many patients end up in my hospital with brain aneurysms because they finally blow their top.” 

A head doctor? 

Austyn opened his eyes. ‘Where’s Luca?”