"Epmm... Aaaaghhh..."
Two lovers, lost in a storm of passion, were entangled in the shimmering waters of a private swimming pool. Only the moonlight and faint glow from the garden lights behind a luxurious mansion lit their silhouettes.
The wet caress of water against their bare skin added a sensual thrill to their union. Devano teased Widya's tongue with his own, their lips moving in sync, filling the silent night with wet, intimate sounds.
"Aaaaghhh... eeppmhh... aaaahhhh..."
Moan after moan echoed between them, each breath a song of desire.
Widya suddenly pulled back, ending the kiss and lifting her head.
"Baby..." she called gently, her voice a whisper in the night.
"Yes, babe?" Devano replied, smiling at his lover.
"My birthday's coming up soon... Can I ask for a car as my gift?" she said playfully, pouting in a teasing tone.
"Of course, sweetheart. Even if it wasn't your birthday, I'd still give you anything you wanted," Devano said, touching her nose with a tender smile.
"Yay! Thank you, baby," she said cheerfully, planting a kiss on his lips.
That steamy night eventually faded into dawn, and Widya returned to her apartment.
Devano Elgar Sebastian, twenty years old, handsome and well-built, was the second son of the wealthy business couple, Wildan Sebastian and Alliya Anna Sebastian. The Sebastian family was well-known in the business world.
Aside from that, Devano was also the leader of the Demons, a notorious motorbike gang that ruled every racing arena—including illegal street races. There wasn't a single road in the city where their name wasn't known.
He once had an older brother, Biman Tara Sebastian, who died eight years ago in a tragic incident.
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The Next Morning
On a bright morning, Devano picked up his phone, intending to message his girlfriend, Widya.
Devano: Babe, I'm sorry... I don't think I can make it to your birthday celebration. I have to go out of town for a week.
He sent the message with a mischievous chuckle. It was a lie—he wasn't going anywhere. He was planning a surprise for Widya instead, something big.
Tring.
His phone chimed with a notification. A reply from Widya.
Widya: What? Seriously, babe? You promised me last night!
Devano: I know, I'm really sorry. My assistant just told me this morning.
Widya: Then what about my present?
Devano paused for a moment, slightly disappointed that her concern seemed to be more about the gift than him. Still, he typed a reply.
Devano: Don't worry, your gift will still arrive, sweetheart.
Widya: Hmph... whatever then.
Devano: Please don't be mad, babe.
But that was the end of the conversation. Widya read the message but didn't reply.
Widya Aulia was Devano's girlfriend. Despite the seven-year age gap, Devano never let it bother him. To him, age was just a number.
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Meanwhile, at Widya's place...
"Ugh, what is wrong with this guy? So annoying," Widya groaned and threw her phone onto the bed.
Suddenly, a man's arms wrapped around her waist from behind.
"What's wrong, baby? Why are you so upset?" he asked, burying his face into her neck.
"It's Devano. Out of nowhere, he says he's going out of town. My birthday's just around the corner!" Widya complained with frustration.
"But didn't he already plan everything for your party? And what about the gift you asked for?" the man asked calmly.
"Yeah, the party's all set. As for the gift... he said it'll come later," she answered, sulking.
The man smirked. "That's perfect, baby. Let him leave. That means you and I can have fun at your party without hiding. And your gift will still be there anyway."
"Oh right! You're so smart, baby," Widya giggled and leaned into his embrace.
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Meanwhile...
A sleek black sportbike pulled up in front of a luxurious jewelry store. The rider removed his helmet, revealing his chiseled features and tossing his hair back effortlessly. It was Devano. He climbed off his bike and strode confidently into the store.
He approached one of the employees. "Miss, is the ring I ordered ready?"
"Ah, under the name Devano Elgar Sebastian?" the staff confirmed.
"Yes, that's right," Devano replied.
"It's ready, sir. Please wait a moment while I get it."
Shortly after, she returned with a pristine white gold Palladium ring.
"Here it is, sir," she said, handing it to him with care.
Devano completed the payment and shook hands with the store employee. The transaction was complete.
Leaving the store, Devano was visibly excited. He couldn't wait for the night of Widya's party to arrive. That night, he would finally make his intentions known to her.
He pulled out his phone and called someone.
"Hello, Ren. Is my order ready?" he asked Rendi, his personal assistant.
"Yes, sir. The car you ordered is ready," Rendi confirmed.
"Great. Thanks a lot," Devano replied and ended the call.
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Flashback...
After the death of his older brother, Devano became the sole heir of the Sebastian family and naturally, the one to inherit the family business.
Mr. Wildan had hired Rendi as Devano's personal assistant to help with office work and everything else.
Rendi was ten years older than Devano. Their working relationship started when Devano was just fourteen, and Rendi was twenty-four. Back then, Devano used to call him "Big Brother."
But Rendi found the nickname awkward. He felt it was inappropriate for a boss to call his assistant like that. So, he asked Devano to just call him by his name.
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That Night...
Night fell.
Devano stood in front of a full-length mirror, adjusting his appearance. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt tucked neatly into dark grey formal pants. He studied himself closely.
"Something's missing," he muttered, unsatisfied.
He rolled up his sleeves to his elbows and tucked his shirt tighter into his pants.
"Now that's perfect. Damn, I look hot. There's no guy on Earth who can match my level of handsomeness," he grinned, praising his reflection while fixing his freshly trimmed hair. Earlier that day, Devano had gone to his favorite barbershop to get his signature mullet haircut freshened up.
Admiring himself for so long, he didn't realize it was already 7:55 PM. Widya's party started at 8:00 PM.
"Crap! I'm gonna be late. I can't show up late to my fiancée's birthday party," he said, rushing out with an elegant bouquet of red roses in hand.
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At the five-star hotel...
In the ballroom of a luxury five-star hotel, the birthday party was in full swing. Guests mingled with drinks in hand, laughter filling the air.
At the center of attention sat Widya, glowing in a stunning silver-grey dress that clung to her curves. She looked nothing short of breathtaking.
She sat with two of her girlfriends—and a man named Doni.