Allegiance

After taking a shower, he went out for dinner. It was around six in the evening and the streets were packed with pedestrians.

"Fuck! Watch it!" a man yelled when Mevious accidentally bumped him.

"Oh, sorry, man!" Mevious was quick to apologize but the man gave him a dirty finger. Mevious just shook his head and turned around to continue walking. About fifty meters away, he smirked. "What an airhead!"

The man he bumped was the same man who was spying on him, yet he wasn't able to recognize him. Well, okay. He didn't "accidentally" bump him, deliberately instead. Mevious was laughing while entering a restaurant.

He nodded at the owner who nodded back and gestured Mevious to follow him at the back where their friends were waiting. They were called the "Allegiance", a tightly-knitted circle of friends, coming from affluent families around the world. As the name suggested, these men swore allegiance to him as a prince and as a future king. And the owner of the restaurant was one of them. The brotherhood was obscure that the five members, along with the prince, had to wear masks and sometimes came out like drag queens. And no had any idea who was behind those masks but them.

Their meetings were always formal despite their absurd dresses and makeups. Most of the time, they didn't care much about people who would hear them because they spoke in a language only they understood hence they could meet in public if they wished to. But this meeting was different. It's far serious and sensitive than the previous agenda, thus privacy was strictly observed.

"Khalish! Habram ne uhk tan be (Good evening, gentlemen. I appreciate you coming out)," Mevious greeted when he arrived in the secluded room. There was a CCTV monitoring screen so they could see anyone who might try to break in. There were guards on duty outside the door. Nevertheless, they use their brotherhood language just in case.

"Khalish, ahk mehaji! (Good evening, your highness!)" the gentlemen simultaneously stood and greeted. Mevious sat down with them and ordered them to take their seats.

"Hukha ahk mi uhk per khurabi mhin halel ahke. Mun ahke halel ukharaji mhal jahl jishi ur halel shihka habham. Alibash ahke halel khurabi mhin. (I'm sure you've heard the news about the diplomatic turmoil that is about to strike our countries. And from our prediction, something we feared to happen a long time ago, this diplomatic black propaganda might hit the global scale. If this happens, the empire we are all aspiring to achieve will be in jeopardy."

The gentlemen looked at each other, trying to figure out who's going to speak first. "Ahk Mehaji! Lakh ahk bhala "Rajahkim"? (Your highness! Are you saying that you found the "Untouchables?") the gentleman wearing a vendetta mask asked. The other waited for Mevious's answer in anticipation.

Mevious leaned over and crossed his arms on the table. "Mhan, khalpaji. (Yes, today.)"

"Khalpaji?" the others asked nervously.

Mevious nodded again. "Khalpajiham uh khalpajiha. (In the morning and In the afternoon)" he affirmed.

Some of them cursed, some of them for chills on their bones. They knew the untouchables so well. How they operate, and how powerful they were. "Uhkame? (All of them?)"

Mevious shook his head and answered, "Nimhaame ih pimha ahk bhale nimhali. (Two of them, but I still don't know one)"

The gentlemen let out a harsh sigh. "Bhal ahk halel ih bhal uhk mharabi. Rhambijah! (I know this is tough but I believe in you. Thank you!)"

Mevious told them exactly what to do before they went separate ways in different exits made specifically for them. One flew to Eastasia, one to the heart of Africa, two to the United States, the last one stayed in France. Mevious went to his hotel to find an unexpected visitor--- Ana.

"Well, look who's here!" Mevious sensually said. "Do you miss me that much?"

Ana frowned and slapped his shoulder. Mevious twitched in pain while Ana panicked. "Oh, god! I'm sorry. This is all your fault. You said you'll come back for me. I've waited for the whole day but you never came. How rude you are!" Ana ranted.

"Come in," Mevious invited, more likely pulled her inside. "Calm down then tell me your problem, love," he added while taking off his polo shirt and tossed it on the carpet floor. Ana shook her head. Living with him for a week gave her some kind of a window into his life, as Mevious, not as Prince Liam. He never changed but she liked the messy side of him. It was a reminder of him being similar to everyone else.

"Wait," Ana told Mevious who was currently pulling his trousers down. Mevious suddenly stopped and his pants were hanging halfway on his knees. Ana's face went closer to his then sniffs his neck and chest. Mevious started to laugh out loud. "Who are you with?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"My friends, why?" he replied while looking amusedly at Ana's unconvinced face.

"Male or female?" she asked again. Now, Mevious was losing it. He fell on his bed laughing in tears. "Am I a joke to you? Now, I get it. I am just a woman whose job is to satisfy your needs. That's it. What a fool I am," she cried.

Mevious pulled her on the bed and she fell on top of him. "What's the matter, love?" he asked while petting her back down to her butt. And then squeezed them. "You know, I don't fool around women." Ana exhaled because it was true. Basing on the digging that she did about him, she knew that he wasn't a womanizer type. He only reciprocated a woman's desire if there was a reason. He didn't sleep with anybody.

"But why do you have lipstick on your lips and you smell like a woman's perfume, Bvlgari fragrance?" she questioned.

"I must have put a wrong lip balm at the shop. This sales lady asked me to try their wonder lip balm and asked my opinion about their perfume, never knew it would turn red. And yeah, the perfume smells a bit of Bvlgari's fragrance. I should have told her that," he explained. Little did Ana knew that he was dressed as a drag during his meeting with the "Allegiance." He didn't clean his face properly, thinking that he would do that in his hotel, unfortunately. He pressed his lips not to laugh, the good thing was she wasn't looking.

"I have an idea!" he said before kissing Ana. She moaned.

After a long, passionate kiss, she asked, "What was that for?"

"Transferring the lipstick onto yours. It suits you better," he teased. Ana smiled.

"Really? But I think, there's more," she said before pulling kissing him. He chuckled. The spark grew as they kissed each other, felt each other. Hungrily, they made love.