YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

Violla was frustrated the moment she heard the ending tone of the phone. 'He's really inconsiderate! He insists on me reaching there within half an hour although I'm really far away!'

She then received a message notification. She clicked open the message and searched for the address with GPS. 'Even if I manage to take a taxi now, it'll still take me forty minutes to be there! If I drag again and keep the Devil waiting…'

Violla shuddered as she pictured his cold eyes in her mind. Without hesitation, she called for a cab.

After putting down her phone, she looked again at the items left behind by her father. Complex feelings rose within her once more.

She contemplated for a while and took out both the bank card and the black card from her purse back into the silver file.

She folded her father's letter nicely and restored everything into its original position in the red wooden box. Finally, she locked the box and put it back into the safe.

Having closed the safe carefully, she quickly left the place.

Violla kept urging the cab driver to speed up. When she finally reached the destination, she was already eleven minutes late.

Once she got out of the cab, Immaculate immediately approached her with an umbrella and reminded her in a low voice, "Miss. Milan, today is a special day for Mr. Roman. I must warn you that he's currently not in a good mood."

"Huh?" Violla asked anxiously, "Is there any special occasion today?"

"You'll know soon," Immaculate replied softly, "No matter what, try your best not to infuriate him today."

"Understood." Violla furrowed her brows and quickened her pace.

Davon was seated near the window, gazing at the rain outside in silence.

"Sorry, I'm late…" Violla apologized softly, "I've actually tried to get a taxi right after receiving your message, but I was quite far away from here, so…"

Davon turned to look at her placidly.

"You're not angry, are you?" Violla looked at him timidly.

"Where are you from just now?" Davon raised his eyes and stared at her.

"The mausoleum," Violla replied honestly, "I went to pay my father a visit."

There was nothing she could not hide from him, except the secret related to the items left behind by her father.

When he heard that, Davon lowered his eyes and did not say anything. He passed her the menu and gestured to her to place her order.

"You decide; anything will do." Violla handed the menu to the restaurant manager waiting beside them and tried to sound casual. "How come you're suddenly in the mood to ask me out for a meal tonight?"

This seemed to be the first time that he brought her out for a meal as Davon Roman.

Davon remained silent for a while and said abruptly, "Today is my birthday!"

"Oh?" Violla was stunned. She had no idea it was his birthday today and she had not come with anything.

"I went to the mausoleum as well." Davon swirled the wine in the glass as he gazed at her intensely and said in a low voice, "To visit my mother! We brought her bones from North Nation."

His face appeared gloomy under the faint light of the restaurant; he seemed to be troubled by something.

"Ah…" Violla tried to answer tactfully. She felt like asking him where his mother's graveyard was, yet she did not dare say anything.

He was obviously behaving weirdly today. She was worried that she might infuriate him without realizing it.

"How is it? Satisfied with the new house?" Davon changed the topic and raised his eyes to look at her.

"It's quite nice." Violla nodded with a smile. "Thank you!"

"Have a nice weekend and be back to work on Monday." Davon took a sip of the wine.

"Of course." Violla held her glass higher towards him. "Happy bir——"

"Stop! Never mention that again." Davon cut her off abruptly with knitted brows; there was a glint of coldness in his eyes.

Violla was dumbfounded. 'What's wrong with him? Today is his birthday, isn't it? Is it wrong for me to wish him happy birthday?'

Davon seemed to realize that he had overreacted. He clinked glass with her to ease the tense atmosphere and finished the wine in one gulp.

Violla also finished the wine in her glass and let out a deep breath. "This wine is really strong."

"You can drink more tonight." Davon loved to look at her when she was tipsy. Violla looked exceptionally charming with her rosy cheeks and sparkling, watery eyes.

"I can't." Violla touched her burning face. "I have really poor alcohol tolerance and I tend to behave differently when I'm drunk. I get drunk quite quickly and will act funny and mutter non-stop…"

"Yeah, I've seen that before!" Davon recalled her being drunk previously. She was passionate and proactive, and he could not resist her as she clung to him like a burning flame.

His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat; there was growing desire in his deep and impenetrable eyes.

"What are you staring at…" Violla felt a bit awkward.

At the same time, the manager served them a sumptuous dinner.

Violla asked, "Did you prepare a cake?"

"No, I'll get it prepared now." The manager was very responsive.

"No need for that." Davon raised his hand and said, "Just leave us."

"Sure." The manager left hurriedly, leaving only the two of them to enjoy their meals quietly in the spacious restaurant.

The romantic melody of the piano was complemented with the aroma of wine and appetizing food. Romance was in the air.

"Why don't you let them serve you cake? How sad to not have a cake for your birthday," Violla asked softly.

"I don't need that." Davon poured himself half a glass of wine.

"But I didn't prepare any present." Violla started to feel uneasy.

"You're the best present!" Davon continued to gaze at her with burning affection in his eyes. He poured another half a glass of wine for her.

"I can't drink anymore…" Violla's face started to flush.

"Never mind if you're drunk. You can count on me." Davon started to drink again. The food on the dining table was untouched.

"What's wrong with you today?" Violla sensed that there was something not right with him. "You're not in good mood?"

Davon gulped down the rest of the wine in his glass again and replied slowly, "Today…is also my mother's death anniversary."

Violla was startled. 'No wonder…'

She now realized why he stopped her from wishing him "happy birthday". 'That explains the lack of a birthday cake, his visit to the mausoleum, and the blues...'

"Hence, I never celebrate my birthday." Davon continued to pour himself wine.

"I'm sorry…" Violla suddenly discovered that Davon was not as mighty as he may appear to be. He also had his own vulnerability and could be bothered by something, too.

He was actually not unpredictable, emotional, or easily affected by mood swings. She was just not aware that he had been bearing much pain.

She did not know how to console him and dared not say too much. She was worried that inappropriate words would come out of her mouth and annoy him.

"Looks like you're fearful of me?" Davon raised his eyes and stared at her. "You're not like this before."

"You're not so terrifying back then, either." Violla could not help sighing. "How nice would it be if things were still the same as when we first met…I still prefer the time when you were still an escort."

She could still recall her arrogance when she first treated him as an escort, how she kept screaming at him and rebuking him. She even forced him into signing a contract to pay off his debt and entertaining three rich, overweight women.

She burst into laughter. "Those three rich ladies canceled the cheque the following day. My one million was gone."

"You deserved it!" Davon glared at her. He became frustrated recalling the incident. "You dared to sell me off because of one million. Your conscience has been eaten up by a dog."

"You mean you're the dog!" Violla was in regret the moment she blurted out the words; she covered her mouth instantly and looked at him nervously.

"You're really daring!" Davon lifted his eyebrows and glared at her.

"Sorry, I'm just joking." Violla apologized softly.

"How about going to Empire Night?" Davon asked abruptly.

"Huh?" Violla was stunned and then turned excited. "You want to be an Escort?"

"Pay me." Davon handed out his hand to her. "Ten thousand for one night!"

"Hmm…" Violla flipped through her purse and noticed she only had a thousand three hundred in cash. She was reluctant to use it all up and asked meekly, "Do you accept credit terms?"

"Who takes credit terms when it comes to engaging an escort?" Davon was flabbergasted.

"I only have this much." Violla took out all the cash from her purse and placed them into his palm. "You see if it's enough and for what type of services!"

"Fine!" Davon put the cash into his pocket, stood up, and pulled her to leave.

Cruze and the other bodyguards followed him at once, but he stopped them. "No need to follow me. I want to have fun myself tonight!"

"But…" The bodyguards turned to look at Cruze.

Cruze could only move aside. Tonight was not the night for anyone else to say anything.

Davon got into the car with Violla and sped off. Soon, they reached Empire Night.The clock had just struck nine; it was peak hour there.

Empire Night was flooded with clubbers. Under the glittering and colorful lights, young people were dancing to their hearts' content, following the rhythms of pop songs.

On the stage, the stripper was making seductive moves. Onlookers were mesmerized by the charm in her eyes and the allure of her body.

Davon put on a mask and changed into a cool jacket. Holding Violla's hand, they squeezed through the crowd and walked towards the private room.

The moment they reached the room, Violla felt relaxed and joyful. She could finally put aside all the fear, defense, and caution in her heart.

She felt that once Davon put on a mask and turned into an escort, his intimidating vibe would be replaced by one that was carefree and indescribably friendly.

"Mr....." the manager of Empire Night approached them to greet Davon.

He gestured to him, signaling for him to leave.

The manager still thought that Davon was hiding his identity from Violla. Worried that his mouth would slip, he left in a hurry.

Davon continued to walk forward by pulling Violla along the way. She pulled him back instead, and whispered into his ear, "Just stay here. It's so lively. Let's relax and have fun here tonight."

Davon glanced at the crowd surrounding them with a slight frown. He hated close contact with strangers and he really disliked boisterous places.

However, seeing that Violla was in high spirits, he finally decided to go with her suggestion.

Violla led him towards the bar and they took a seat. She ordered two cocktails. They clinked glasses, savoring the drink while being entertained by the stripper's performance on stage.

The men below the stage were shrieking excitedly and squeezing one another forward like tigers ready to pounce on their prey. They even tossed money onto the stage and tried to catch the stripper's attention with their frantic gestures.

Even the two men sitting behind them were also moving their bodies in great excitement, their eyes glued to the stripper.

Only Davon was seated motionless on the high stool with a frown.

"Other men are obsessed with the stripper's dance. How can you remain so cool?" Violla rested her chin on her hands and gazed at Davon with smiling eyes.

"I'm not keen on these boring stuff." Davon pinched her chin slightly. Looking intently into her glistening eyes under the light, he sensed a growing urge within him.

Whenever she was drunk, she seemed to turn into someone with a completely different personality. She would become part innocent, part seductive. Her unique charm at that very moment was simply irresistible for him.

"Try to relax and have fun here." Violla stroked his eyebrows gently. "Don't keep on frowning. You've gotta cheer up."

Davon held her hand and pulled her hard into his arms.

Her forehead felt a slight pain as it bumped into his strong chest. In this intimate position, she could hear the powerful pounding of his heart.In a split second, her own heart started to race as well.Her flawless face looked even more attractive as she blushed.

Davon was fascinated by her dreamy look. He pinched her chin affectionately and was about to kiss her on the lips with his head lowered.Suddenly, someone gave Violla a kick from behind.

"Ouch!" Violla's body was pushed forward by a powerful kick. She turned to look and yelled, "Who's that?"

"Little b*tch, it's really you!" A woman's mocking voice could be heard.

Three plump, middle-aged women with heavy makeup were standing behind them arrogantly with their bodyguards.

One of the women with curly hair became agitated the moment she saw Davon. "Isn't this Mr. Escort that we picked out previously?"

Another woman with red lips instantly figured it out. She spat the words out through her clenched teeth, "Well, apparently you're on the same team! You swindled money from us and knocked us out. This time, you're out of luck!"

"What are you waiting for? Take them down!" The other woman in a mini-skirt waved her hand and gestured to the bodyguards. A few big guys strode towards Davon and Violla, spoiling for a fight.

Panicked, Violla yelled "Hey, what are you doing? How dare you cause a scene here!"

"Either Mr. Escort serves us well tonight, or you two leave here on a stretcher. It's your choice!" The woman in curly hair gazed at Davon with a wicked smile. A flint of lust flashed across her eyes.

"Yes. If he can satisfy three of us tonight, I'll let you two go," the other two chimed in.

Upon hearing their words, Violla nearly collapsed. If she didn't know his true identity, perhaps she would just run off and leave him here.But now that she had known, she wouldn't dare.

Davon held her chin up and looked into her eyes. "They're waiting for your answer. Say something."

"Of course not!" Violla had never been so righteous in her life. She stood determinedly in front of Davon, with hands on her hips. "He's my man. Keep your hands off him!" she said with a ringing voice.

Davon knew she was putting on an act, yet he found her words satisfying.

With a smug smile on his face, his heart leaped with joy.

Flushed with anger, the woman with curly hair glared at Violla. "You wretch! You're digging your own grave. I guess we have to do it the hard way then. Take them down now!" she scowled while pointing at the couple.

"Yes, Madam!" Two muscular bodyguards lunged at them.

Violla was scared and immediately took cover in Davon's embrace.

Davon pursed his lips with a smirk. He clenched his fists and was about to make a move.

"Stop!" Right then, a voice rang out.

Violla looked up and saw Barbra walking towards them.

"What a coincidence! I didn't expect to see three of you here. How magnificent you look. Do your husbands know that you ladies picked up a fight in Empire Night over an escort?" Barbra gave a scornful sneer as she said.

Stunned by her words, the three women froze in their positions. "Miss Black what… what brings you here?"

"This is definitely a misunderstanding."

"Yes. The woman bumped into me, so we…"

Barbra took a glance at Violla, then uttered, "Miss Milan is my friend. Are you ladies trying to piss me off?"

Three of them were dumbfounded for a few seconds before they found their voices. "I'm so sorry, Miss Black. We made a terrible mistake. We'll leave now."

They quickly stood up and fled with their bodyguards. Violla frowned and her face darkened. She didn't want to owe Barbra a favor.

Davon could've settled it himself. To him, it was child's play. They were there to chill out and the trivial disturbance was merely an add-on.

Barbra didn't recognize Davon and thought she saved them from a tight spot. She did that only to belittle Violla.

"Violla, I didn't know you have such a hobby." As expected, Barbra got the wrong idea.

"Mind your own business," Violla sneered. Without waiting for Barbra's response, she grabbed hold of Davon and headed out.

Unexpectedly, Barbra said, "Franklin wants to see you."

Violla's heart dropped upon hearing that. 'Oh no! She put it that way. Will Davon misunderstand her words?'

Barbra approached them and gave a warm invitation. "He's in the private room. We're all old friends. It's just a quick meetup. What are you afraid of?"

"We have nothing to talk about," Violla replied coldly.

"Are you feeling guilty? Or is there something you'd like to keep hidden from this man?" Barbra continued provoking her.