Revenge Target
Devan VS Anton and Johan

Devan grinned again while regulating his breathing, his chest was seen rising and falling with breaths still hunting.

"You have to train a lot" he said with his eyes still closed to Stevani, who was coughing in front of him.

Devan returned to tidying up his black pants, passing away leaving Stevani who was still sitting on the floor with a reddened face.

'Shit!' the woman in her heart. 

Everything was beyond her expectations, she thought Devan would stutter herself. But in fact the arrogant man even tortured him alone. Stevani has to fight harder to get Devan to let go of his passion.

"Take this!" Devan handed a check to his secretary. "You can go back to where you are" he continued coldly as if nothing had happened between the two.

Stevani smiles broadly at the check Devan just gave, which is more than his salary for a month working as Devan's secretary.

"I'm sorry" Stevani said before leaving Devan's office with the owner standing by the large glass in his room.

"Call the OB."

"Good, Sir."

Stevani glances at his boss, then a knotty smile passes from Devan's room.

'Amazing control, ' his inner self while grabbing the phone handle to contact the OB and told him to clean up Devan's den as soon as he arrived at his desk.

***

Devan passed towards his break room which was inside his study. While an OB was cleaning up the mess he had made.

Under a shower of cold water, Devan tried to dampen his maleness.

I don't know since when he just did a release with a paid woman who had to work hard to make him satisfied.

With the money plentiful, Devan easily poured huge sums of money to pay the call-women.

Devan is well aware, it is not easy to make himself feel a sense of release.

"What are you really looking for, Dev?" ask him with water that continues to flutter his body which is still wrapped in a shirt and also his pants.

Devan repeatedly rubbed his wet face with water from the shower.

"Where are you? How are you doing now?" ask again I don't know who.

Suddenly, Bia's face flashed in her mind.

"Ck!" the decaknya upset, why should the face of Bia who passed.

Half an hour later Devan came out of the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist, showing his body-like posture. Next to her hand was rubbing her wet hair with a small towel.

Time showed it was late in the afternoon and Devan was not willing to struggle with his work.

We met at the usual cafe. A short message Devan managed to send from his smartphone.

Devan rushes to get his black t-shirt and short jeans.

***

"Gosh what dream am I?" Anton held an invitation with trembling hands. 

"Jo I'm no longer a dream, am I?" he asked the friend who was also holding an invitation in his hand.

"Don't know I'm also confused this is genuine or prank," Johan replied.

"Ck!" Devan clucked while staring lazily at his two friends who he considered too excessive.

"Since when did the Subagja family have two children?" ask Johan later.

"Gue doesn't know," replied Anton who still overcame his shock at the invitation Devan gave him. "Dev, do you want to marry a contract?"

"Yes, the times you want to marry a drama-style contract that I always see," elak Anton.

"Is this not ridiculous, Dev? No wind, no wind. Suddenly there was a storm" Johan replied.

"Ck, I didn't get married wrong. I want to get married wrong, what do you want?" asked Devan who began to be careless with the excessive attitude of his two best friends.

"Gue was confused as well."

"Sama," Anton replied.

Devan did not want to serve his two best friends, Devan chose to gulp his bitter coffee.

A bitter taste began to be felt on his tongue, then passed through his throat. The bitter taste that he always enjoyed, in addition to the stinging taste of alcoholic beverages that are always in his gulp.

"Dev seriously I ask, what is it that you want to marry gini impromptu?" ask Anton then. "It's not an MBA, is it?"

"MBA what?" Johan's statement represented Devan's question as well.

"Married By Accident," Anton replied casually.

One cigarette that was about to be sulut Devan floated towards Anton's face. 

"Damn it!" maki Devan's.

Johan and Anton chuckled together when they saw the wrathful expression of his best friend, I don't know if these two people with the angry face of Devan. Even the two grown men felt very comforted. 

"Who knows if you've landed in the womb of that girl" Anton replied after his laughter subsided.

Devan chose to blow white smoke into the air, chiming in Anton's words and Johan would only make himself more cornered.

Anton and Johan are Devan's weaknesses, his two best friends are the ones who can make him more cornered and lost. Therefore, the best way to avoid ridicule in the room, is to stay still and re-attach a flat and cold look.

"Gue first," said Devan after getting tired of listening to the chatter of his two best friends who were like that woman.

"Kuy take it off, I want to go home too."

"Bayarin, Dev" said Anton, who had moved from his seat.

The three adult men entered their respective vehicles, Devan drove his own car followed by a bodyguard car behind him.

Devan drove his car to his residence. Slowly but surely the black car was slowly mingling with the other vehicles.

On the way home, Devan accidentally saw a woman who was walking in the opposite direction to him.

At first Devan was about to leave him alone, not his business either. But somehow his heart was moved to approach the woman.

Devan turned his car around followed by a black car that kept a distance behind him.

When the car was in line with the woman, Devan stopped his car on the inside, looking at the long hair that was scattered and rippled in the night wind.

Devan grunted in annoyance, when he realized he was watching the woman who kept walking away from his sight.

For a while Devan was still silent in his position, there was no movement at all. His eyes also stared blankly ahead, no longer paying attention to the woman who had already disappeared from his sight.

Highlight eyes that were staring blankly but clearly visible exuded deep anger and hatred. His face began to look dark, with Devan rough stepping on the accelerator, so that his car drove suddenly.

Devan gripped tightly at the wheel of his car, his anger began to rise to the crown and violently also Devan stepped on the brakes of his car, creating a loud squeak between the car tires and asphalt rubbing against each other.

The honking sound of the vehicle behind him made Devan even more furious.

Roughly Devan lowered his car glass, looking at the woman who was surprised and also looking at him.

"ENTRY!" devan's shout sounded jarring, splitting the darkness of the night that was not too late at that time.

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