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THE D£VIANT PRINC£

CHAPTER 9&10

His d**k got awakened in his pants, poking his thigh, and he could swear on anything that he got an unplanned release right there.

What the heck is happening? It's a whole new occurrence and it's flinging all the residents of his skull into each other.

He was sweating, and his Adam's apple was bobbing up and down as he stared at the ethereality.

"You look spelled, bro" Tristan said beside him.

"You took the words outta my mouth, but hell... she's hot tonight" Nickolas replied, staring lustfully at her.

"Get your eyes off her, or I won't mind having one blind brother" Colt said, his accent becoming sharper just like it does anytime he's pissed or anxious.

"Chill, I'm not taking her" Nick replied, and Colt left them immediately.

He found a washroom where he opened water on his palms, washing them repeatedly to calm the monster between his legs down.

He hasn't had such rocky b***r before, so he got greatly affected, and his head is spinning, unable to think of anything that's not her.

He wants her with deep insanity, and every fugging demon inside him is yearning for her body. Just a touch, maybe he'll be a bit fine.

He washed his palms harder, the coldness of the water spreading to every inch of his skin.

Slowly, it calmed him, and he let out a groan as he wiped his hands with a towel.

He was staring at his hard eyes in the mirror as he wiped, and when he was done, he dumped the towel in the bin and adjusted his suit before exiting.

When he got out, he sighted a masked lady(Lysandra) going down that same hallway.

He'd have minded his business and went his own way, but when she saw her giving a flashdrive to one of the wiring men, he grew suspicious.

The man took the flashdrive from her, then he gave her another flashdrive which she took.

They nodded at each other, and the man left.

Lysandra threw the flashdrive to the bin and looked around the hallway to make sure she's not being watched before leaving.

Colt left his spot, walking down that hall till he got to the bin and picked the flashdrive from the bin.

Curiously, he inserted the drive into his phone, and when he saw the content, his lashes flickered.

It's the Prime Minister's speech which Hailey is supposed to read since she came in his place.

Why did they throw it away? And what's in the new flashdrive the masked lady gave to the wiring man?

Without further waiting, he pocketed his phone and trailed the man, going through the door he saw him enter.

He met him in the control room with like ten other wiring men, and they all turned to him immediately he entered.

"This room is supposed to be off-limits, what are you doing here?" That particular man said, and the others gasped.

"Are you insane? That's the second prince!" They informed him, but he scoffed despite the new info, and that made Colt smile slightly, hiding the venom inside him.

"So what? Even royals should follow rules, and his status doesn't guarantee that he has the right to enter this place" the adamant man insisted, walking to Colt while totally ignoring the warnings from the others.

"Why are you here?" He questioned when he finally arrived.

Colt grabbed him by the hair, hauling his head to the glass table beside them and breaking the table with it.

Blood spilled, and the guy landed on his knees so easily as redness bathed his face completely.

The other wiring men shifted back to one side, watching the bloodbath from there.

The wounded man began crying, trying to shift back from Colt as his blood was still streaming, but Colt forcefully pulled him back to his feet, making sure their faces are mirroring.

"Why did you exchange the original flashdrive with the masked lady?" He questioned, and when the guy was taking too long to reply, he punched him in the face, making him stagger back, falling to the wall.

"She works for the Prime Minister, and the new flashdrive she gave me contains the new speech in French" he quickly said, blood drooling from his lips.

"French? This is America, not a darn french-speaking country so why the fûck would he suddenly change his speech to french?" Colt questioned, again.

"I dunno! I dunno!!" The man cried, shaking his head.

Colt barged out of the room, his head working in several splits, thinking of every possibility.

This surely isn't a simple matter. It has PLANNED written all-over it. Whatever this is, he has plans to get to the very bottom of it.

--

THE HAMPTONS, 8PM~ BLAKE'S ROOM*

"Yeah yeah...mm... Harder sweetheart.. harder!" Judith cried, baring her teeth as Blake fuçked her roughly against the bed.

Her legs are widely spread, and the two are up in the air, her knees resting on her chest so he got the space he needed.

His cûm was streaming on her clît as he already released throw times, but they're only just starting the night.

A pillow is under Judith's head, and that raised her a bit so she's watching how Blake's manhood moved in and out of her fast like he was sent to fûck her to death.

The sound of their clapping skins echoed in the dark room, and Judith began crying as he pulled out and inserted it again, hitting her womb so hard.

"Sweetheart ouch!! Please!" Her cries were loud, and Blake picked his pace again, hitting her harder.

"Yes yes!" She gasped, bringing her fingers to her mouth to wet it with saliva, then she brought the fingers down to her pu$$y, rubbing it fast as Blake tore into her again.

"Ahh!!"

Her cries mixed with the sound of her phone on the bedstand.

The phone has been buzzing repeatedly since some minutes ago, but they've both been ignoring it.

Blake pulled out again, going down on her to start licking, but she held him back.

"Let me check my phone, I'm not running away" she said.

"You have one minute" he replied, and she stretched her hand to the stand to take the phone.

"Sweetheart!" She gasped in raw shock when she saw the news all-over the internet.

"Sweetheart! Sweetheart!!" She screamed, standing nakedly in the middle of the room as she read the Met Gala saga.

Hailey's pictures flowing left and right, people commenting how beautiful she looks and a lot are saying Hailey claimed she sewed the dress herself.

The same design she has plans to launch next week?

"Fûck! Blake look at it! Look what your wife is doing! Just look at it!!" Judith yelled, showing the phone at Blake's face

Blake took the phone, looking shocked too when he saw the trending Gala news.

Judith began dressing up immediately.

"What are you up to?" He asked.

"Are you even asking? Vacation over of course! The flight back home is thirty minutes but we'll drive since it's too late to book a flight. We should be home within fifty minutes and I'm driving. I swear I'm killing that useless thing!" Judith threatened.

Blake didn't argue, he began dressing up too, and ten minutes later, they're both walking to the island park.

Judith dialled Luke's line, Hailey's father, and it hasn't even started ringing when he picked.

"Ma'am...

"I'm very sure you're already seeing the s**t your daughter is performing online! Blake gave you and your wife a million allowance for this week already, isn't it? You took another million last week too and you've been taking it weekly since last year! You even got His Majesty's signature for your new business but I swear to gawd I'll destroy the business and you'll pay back every penny my sweetheart has payed you poverty stricken idiotic folks! I'll kill your daughter!" She threatened, hanging up.

She got in the car with Blake, and as she drove, Blake dialled a line, and when the person picked, he tested back on his seat.

"Commissioner of police speaking, honourable prime minister sir" the powerful voice came.

"I need you to arrest a thief" Blake replied.

--

MET GALA*

* Where did you get the outfit from?

* You're so pretty

* Did Judith gift it to you?

* Please drop the plug I really need to get the dress.

Hailey was looking totally blown as she received the questions left and right on the red carpet.

Seems every woman present neglected the pictures already cos they're shrouding her, questioning the origin of the outfit.

Hailey was very sure that this would cause her pains and maybe get her hate from the public cos Judith would definitely find a way to turn things around when she hears about this, but she didn't care

She cares more about the shortlived fame she's receiving right now, and she'd do anything to make it last a few hours.

"I made the dress myself" she replied the women, and the mouths of most of them hung open.

"You made it yourself? How? Only Judith makes dresses this way and it's a known fact to everyone in this country" one of the women said.

"She said she made this one herself, are y'all deaf?" Manson broke rudely into the circle, standing in front of Hailey who instantly smiled.

The women began departing, finally leaving her alone.

Manson faced her, checking her out and making her cheeks madly red with blush.

"Ouu...you look great, the men here should pay before they'd get a look at you" he said, and she chuckled.

"Stop it, it's enough that you find it great, and I can't ask for more"

"Really?" He tilted his head proudly, and she nodded.

"But what are you wearing? I'm pretty sure it's heavy with the diamonds, and aren't the diamonds too thorny?" She said, touching the suit.

"I love going extra, you know this better than anyone" he replied, and she nodded, staring at his face.

"Yeah...of course"

Manson didn't get to say another word when Colt appeared, grabbing Hailey's hand.

"What?" She questioned, wanting to take her hand away, but he was already pulling her away from the place.

"Colt!" She struggled, but he turned it face her suddenly.

"If you struggle too much, I'll throw you on my shoulders and won't mind what your ugly husband would say or what the public would think, so just follow me and save yourself from the drama" he warned sternly, and that did the magic.

She allowed him pull her out of the auditorium, and when Manson tried following her, Nickolas and Tristan blocked him.

"Why don't we have a talk?" Nickolas said.

"Is this a ploy? Colt took Hailey away and now you two came for me?" Manson said, smirking.

"There's a reason I don't move with stupid guards like you guys. My dad is aware that I'm capable and strong enough to defend myself so if y'all try s**t, you'll regret it" he further said.

"That regret is what I want, get your bîtch @ss here" Tristan said, leading the way.

Nickolas followed, and Manson checked the gun in his pocket to make sure it's intact before following them.

--

A BALCONY*

Hailey released herself from Colt's hold when they arrived, then she faced him.

"What are we here to talk about?"

"Change the speech with you to french and learn it. You have twenty minutes before the speech" he replied, and she blinked before scoffing.

"What do you mean French? Are we in France?"

"Do as I say" he replied, making her frown.

"Why should I follow your orders?"

"Cos I said it" he replied, and she frowned again, throwing her face away before looking back at him.

"Do you have any respect for women at all?" She said.

That was the last thing she could utter before he gripped her by her bare shoulders, pushing her back to the balcony rails.

A gasp left her mouth, pouring on his face as his fingers pressed into the soft skin of her delicate shoulders.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" She spat, trying to get away, but he slammed her back to the rails again, causing another gasp to tear out of her throat.

"Colt!"

"If I wasn't treating you with respect, I should be undressing you right now and taking you right here. No... undressing is overrated. I should tear off your dress, rip off your undies and make you moan like a fuçking w***e. Listen...I'm not a gentleman, and me being this level of calm with you only means you get the respect I'd rather die than give any other woman." He muttered like a madman, making sure every word is embedded in her memory as his eyes glared endlessly.

Hailey's lips moved to talk, but the look in his eyes stopped her.

Never has she met a male like him, and the amount of meanness and chilliness in his words only made her shudder, getting uncomfortable in the position he kept her.

She got conscious of his fingers on her bare shoulders, and she blinked...

"Let me go... I'll do what I wanna do and you'll watch me do it. You're not my husband so you have no right to tell me what to do." she said boldly, and she saw a slight twitch in the corner of his eyes.

Colt let go of her, and she got an hanky from her purse, wiping the place he held on her shoulder.

That act made him smile before getting his phone out.

He played the confession voice note, and her eyes widened.

"Manson, I ... I love you"

"Delete that!" She rushed to take his phone, but he raised it up above her reach.

"Colt!" She glared.

"What? Are you suddenly embarrassed?" He said, his lips curling into a slight smirk.

"Have some shame! Blackmailing a woman is shitty" she said.

"Shame? I'm actually allergic to it. That s**t is scared of me" he replied, smirking again as he walked out of the balcony.

"Colt!!" She yelled after him. No reply.

She held her purse tightly, imagining it as him.

"That bloody scammer!" She grunted, getting her phone to check the written speech in her email.

Why would he suddenly tell her to switch to French?

As odd as it seems, it's also not ignorable.

She did the translation to french, and she sat on the only chair available in the balcony, reading it.

--

ANOTHER BALCONY*

Nickolas and Tristan brought Manson here, and he inserted his hands into his pocket, looking at them while backing the railings.

"Did you bring me here to compliment my suit? I'd appreciate that" he said, his arrogance so full.

"You mean your childish outfit that looks like a scarecrow for birds? My driver would dress better" Nickolas said.

"You did the thrashing, isn't it?" Tristan sneered.

"I see you finally found out. So what? Are you here to murder me? Cos trust me I'm all ready for the game too" Manson replied, flexing his fingers.

"Say hi to your mother for me, heard she died already so you'd meet her in hell. Tell her you're a pu$$y who's better rotten" Nickolas replied, charging forward to throw Manson the first hit which he swayed to escape.

He didn't escape Tristan's hit though, cos Tristan attacked him almost immediately, and Manson's head hit on the rail edge, wounding him.

Manson held the rails and threw his legs forward, hitting Nickolas in the face with it.

Nickolas fell back, but Tristan steadied him before hitting Manson's face on the rails again.

Blood exploded on Manson's forehead, badly.

As a fighter, Tristan's stamina is higher, and when Manson detected that, he pulled out the gun, ready to fire at the two.

At that same moment, Colt entered the balcony, throwing a ready chair at him.

Manson swayed with a groan, falling on the rails and slipping off it.

He didn't try to stay, he allowed himself to fall since there's a pool beneath.

The brothers leaned on the rails, watching him fall into the pool and swimming his way out

"Thick fûcker" Nickolas muttered.

"He actually escaped" Tristan said.

"He didn't, tonight is not just his night anymore." Colt replied.

--

A WASHROOM*

Lysandra has been trying Judith's number since ages ago, intending to tell her she has switched the language to French like she instructed, but Judith hasn't been picking.

Judith is very sure Hailey is not familiar with french since they attended the same college, which is why they made the switch.

It'd be interesting to watch if Hailey gets to the front and starts stuttering when she sees the French language.

Lysandra impatiently dialled Judith's line again, but then Leilani barged in, kicking the phone away from her hand before grabbing her by the throat.

Lysandra released herself, grabbing Leilani by the throat instead.

Leilani raised her knees to Lysandra's tummy, hitting her wickedly.

Lysandra spat out blood, feeling like one of her organs just bursted.

"You rotten wench!!" Lysandra growled, and Leilani threw her back.

"What are you planning with Judith?" She demanded, and Lysandra laughed.

"Why are you suddenly protective of Hailey? Why!!!" She yelled.

Leilani tried to hit her again, but Lysandra kicked Leilani in the chest, making her stagger.

Leilani ran forward again, hitting Lysandra back in the face.

"Even if I tell you our plans, you won't be able to stop us! Hailey is already on stage!" Lysandra gritted.

Roughly, Leilani let go of her, running all the way back to the outer hall which is already do full of influential politicians both male and female.

The whole place smells like money, and the aura of wealth is unmistakable.

They're all jamming their palms together presently cos Hailey just got to the top stage for her speech.

Leilani folded her fists, watching closely to detect any rat move.

Colt and his brothers entered from the other end, taking their seats in the front row preserved for royals.

The hall calmed, and the claps stopped as the teleprompter came on, showing the written speech to the eyes of everyone.

Truly, it's in french, and Hailey did a good job hiding her shock.

How could this happen?

Blake definitely gave her English written speech last night so why?

Why is this suddenly happening?

She looked at the french language again, then she darted her eyes to the waiting people who obviously can't wait for her to start reading.

Her eyes caught Colt's eyes in the middle of the sitting crowd, and he gave her a slight nod which made her blink gently.

She returned her eyes to the teleprompter, but the device went off immediately.

Thanks to the fact that she has everything in her head already, it didn't affect her cos she immediately began talking.

Here's the translation of your speech into French:

"Je vous souhaite la bienvenue au 7ème édition du Met Gala politique ce soir, et c'est un grand honneur pour moi de prononcer ce discours une fois. Mon mari est absent pour des raisons d'affaires importantes, donc je suis là pour le représenter."

Translation: I welcome y'all to the 7th edition of political Met Gala tonight, and it's of great honour to be the deliverer of the speech. My husband is out for some important business, so I'm here on his behalf.

Lysandra who's just coming in stopped on her tracks, her eyes widening as she watched Hailey deliver the speech so smoothly in french.

It's a two minutes speech, and immediately Hailey finished, the crowd applauded her, making her smile beautifully.

"s**t! Judith will kill me. Damn it!" Lysandra ran out of the hall.

As Hailey came down from the stage, the clappings still persisted, and the cameras began capturing her steps again.

Her eyes roamed the crowd for Manson, but he's definitely nowhere to be found.

Where did he go?

She finished descending the stage stairs, and that instant, she saw a face she wasn't expecting to see

Judith's!

She's coming in through the third exit furiously, but she's not alone.

She's with Luke and Suzy, Hailey's parents, then Blake and the commissioner of police, then three other cops.

The attention of everyone snapped to the iconic entry again, and Hailey stood still as Judith advanced with heavy steps, her heels pounding the ground aggressively.

Everyone began standing up, and flashes flickered around the auditorium.

* Judith?

* She seems angry what's going on?

* Told you something is wrong somewhere about the dress Hailey wore.

* Will things get messy? I can't wait!!

* Oh my...

And that statement was cut short when Judith arrived at Hailey's spot and threw an hand at her face, slapping her thunderously.

Hailey's long hair covered her face as a result of the slap force, but she immediately threw her head back and returned the slap to Judith's face without minding what's gonna follow.

* Fûck!!!!!

People who're still on their seats stood, and the auditorium became hot with the heat of the moment as yells and screams erupted from different people.

"You stole my design, and you have the guts to slap me back? You dare? How dare you conniving bîtch! Thief!!!" Judith yelled crazily.

"The designs that belong to me in the first place? I've been the one drawing your designs since day one you're the thief here!" Hailey shouted back, causing another spark in the crowd.

* Really?

* What!

* Unbelievable!

Judith bursted into tears immediately.

"Now You're lying? Despite the love and care I treat you with at home? Blake wanted me as the second wife but i insisted on being the girlfriend just to make you happy and not let you feel cheated on! And this is how you pay me back?" She said, crying so much.

Hailey was speechless as she watched her.

"It's easy for you to conjure up fake tears since everything about you is fake! Even your body and face! Stop playing the pity card the designs belong to me and...

"Stop this jealousy act, Hailey! Just stop!!!" Suzy shouted, and Hailey faced her mother slowly.

"Judith treated you with nothing but love since you got married to Minister Blake, and she even pays I and your father surprise visits to check on us. How could you steal her designs and claim it as yours?" Suzy continued.

"Mum!!" Hailey yelled, and Luke slapped her hard

"Dad" Hailey muttered, holding the cheek shockingly.

"You're disgracing me, stop!! You studied computer science in school and you know nothing about designs and now you're claiming another woman's design out of jealousy? Stop lying!" Luke shouted at her.

Hailey's arms dropped so much they almost fell from her body, and he next thing is tears.

They ran out of her eyes so much, hot and hurting.

She expected this turnout, but she didn't expect her parents to be involved, at all.

Her tears were pouring as the crowd began cursing.

* She's so brazen!

* Never seen a bîtch like her!

* How did the honourable prime minister end up with a thieving wife like her?

* I'm so ashamed on her behalf.

* Judith needs to stay away from her. A woman like her will kill out of jealousy.

* Eew! I pity her parents.

* Isn't she just 23? Her life is ruined early.

* The paparazzi will blow the videos out of proportion and she'll be known as an international thief.

* Stealing from our Judith of all people? She should be jailed!

* First Prime Minister's wife to do theft!

Blake pulled crying Judith to himself, wiping her tears on his chest before facing the police men.

"Take her, and no bail till I order it" he said.

"Yes sir" The commissioner replied respectively, signalling at his boys.

The two cops went to Hailey, but before they could even touch her, someone blocked her, stopping them.

"Step back" his accent went sharp as he addressed them calmly.

"Your highness" the commissioner said surprisingly.

"Colt!" Minister Blake snarled.

"No one is touching her" Colt replied calmly again.

"Colt!" Minister Blake went closer to him.

"Both the commissioner and his boys, if they come an inch close, they'll lose their jobs and positions before they even step out of this auditorium" Colt declared.

Nickolas and Tristan began clapping as the crowd watched in shock.

"You're a prince, not the king!" Minister Blake said, shoving his face closer to Colt's.

"And you're a lowly, ugly-faced minister, right below the prince, right below me!" Colt spat.

Hailey sniffled behind him, and Blake's gave morphed into mad anger.

"What!"

TBC