YOKED TO A BILLIONAIRE BY VENNEH LISAH

Furthermore, Davon could not possibly kill Smith and Amira. The moment they feared for their lives, they would blurt out all the secrets to protect themselves.

Hence, the best outcome for her was to stop Davon from interrogating them in the first place.

That way, everything would come to an end before getting out of control.Yet, this was something easier said than done.

Just as Violla was deep in her anxious thoughts, her phone rang again. This time, it was an unfamiliar number from South Nation that ended with 8888.

Immediately, Violla recognized it as Martin's number, as he liked the number eight.

Hence, she accepted the call instantly. "Hello?"

"Violla, are you okay?" Martin sounded weak and in distress. "I just heard what happened to you. Those people are too horrible to slander you like that!"

"I'm fine, Martin. Don't worry. Everything's been resolved....." Before Violla could finish her sentence, Davon took her phone away and put Martin on speaker.

At his abrupt actions, Violla tried to take back her phone, but he stopped her by grabbing her wrist.

"It's been resolved? How did you resolve it?" Martin's voice traveled from the speakers. "I've just asked my uncle to contact the media companies. If it's necessary, I can be your witness. You were with me all along last night. You didn't even..."

"No need to trouble you, Mr. Black," Davon cut off Martin's words. Davon sounded polite, but Violla could hear his arrogant undertone.

"Y-You're…" Martin tentatively asked, "Davon ?"

"Even your father has to address me as Mr. Roman but you're calling my name instead. As expected of a bold, young man," Davon sneered. "Mr. Black, I heard you're in poor health. Do rest more and get well soon."

"You...." Martin had yet to finish his sentence when Davon hung up the call.

Violla stared at Davon with a slackened jaw for a while before she could recollect herself. "How could you..."

"You seem to have forgotten that you're mine now." Davon's expression instantly darkened as he used the phone to pat Violla's face. "You had a date with another man behind my back. How clever of you."

"That wasn't a date!" Violla cried out. "How could you change your mood so quickly?

"The news is fake; that's why I didn't hold you accountable. However, it's true that you've gone on a secret date with Martin." As he spoke, Davon loosened his tie and leaned closer to her. "Looks like I'll have to leave marks on you so that you'll remember this."

"What are you doing?" Violla hastily moved away from him. "We're in a car. Stop messing around."

"Yes. Let me show you what real car sex is." Like a leopard, Davon lunged toward her and pinned her beneath him. Just as she was about to struggle, he grabbed her wrists to raise them above her head.

His thin lips brushed across her eyes, cheeks, then lips. Gently, he bit on her earlobes. "Speak. What did the two of you do last night?"

"Nothing." Violla nervously avoided his lips. When his hot breath tickled her skin, a sense of numbness crawled across her skin, causing her to shudder and feel electrocuted.

"What kind of relationship do you have with Martin?" Slowly, Davon's kisses trailed downward as he lightly nibbled on Violla's smooth neck and collarbones.

"We're just classmates. There's nothing going on between us." Violla continued shaking as she feebly pushed against him. "Stop it. Let me go."

The two of them were in an MPV. Although they were separated from the driver's section and the outside world, Violla still felt as though countless pairs of eyes were observing them.

She was alarmed, flustered, and apprehensive. Right then, Davon licked her shoulder, reminding her with pleasure that she was his.

"Ah!" Violla moaned in pleasure as she instinctively pushed him again.Her phone rang at that moment. When she turned to look at the screen, she realized it was a call from Leila.

That name was a shock to her system, reminding her of her current situation.

'Right. I'm supposed to be stopping Davon from interrogating Smith and Amira.

At the thought of that, Violla let her arms fall. She stopped resisting him and bit on Davon's shoulder vengefully. She mustered all her strength into the bite as if she wanted to tear off a piece of him.

However, Davon appeared to have felt no pain. Not only did he not resist nor push her away, he even continued to let her bite him.

Only when she tasted the tangy taste of blood did Violla stop. Moving away from him, she shot him a defiant glare.

"Very well…"That was the feral side of her that Davon liked. Pinching her cheeks, he gently brushed his thumb across the corner of her lips where his blood was.

Lust stirred in his eyes like an impending storm. His Adam's apple bobbed and he hoarsely muttered, "I'll deal with you later tonight."

Then, he moved away from her.After all, there were things to do, and he was not the kind to sidetrack from serious matters.

However, Violla would not let an opportunity like this slide past her. She quickly hooked her arms around his neck and leaned forward to kiss him.Stunned by her actions, Davon turned as still as a statue.

Violla's kiss was like fire as well as water, passionate and inexperienced at the same time.

She was doing her best to mimic the way he had kissed her, hoping to make him stay.

That way, she could stop him from interrogating them, and she would be able to keep the children a secret.

What Violla did not know was that she was playing with fire.

Soon, she awakened the lust that Davon been suppressing in him. Now out of control, he pinned her under him again. As he rained kisses on her, his hands got to work.

Although Violla was trembling from the dread, she continued to cooperate with him.

Soon, the two were entwined in a symphony of love and hate.

There were several times Violla tried to pull his shirt away to get a glimpse of his back, but he always caught her hand in time.

What always followed was his vicious punishment for her.

Eventually, she ran out of energy and stopped trying to check, but the fact that he was wary of her action was in itself an answer.

The driver who was also a bodyguard that was driving the MPV at the time, his face turned bright red upon hearing the commotion behind him in the car.

Cruze in the front passenger seat spotted the driver's reddened face whispered to him, "Eyes on the road, and don't think too much about it."

"No. Of course not," the driver hastily said, "But Cruze, are we still heading to the secret room?"

"That…" After pondering about it, Cruze replied, "We can't go against Mr. Roman's words, but with the stamina he has, I'd say this will go on for a while."

"So…" The driver asked.

"Let's park at a secluded place first." Cruze replied.

"Understood." It was already midnight when the tussle ended.

By then, Violla was totally exhausted. After a while of sprawling on the seat, she fell into a deep sleep.

Davon put on his clothes again and started smoking next to her. When he stared at the sleeping Violla, complicated emotions swirled in his eyes.

Upon finishing his cigar, Davon opened a sliver of the car window and instructed, "Let's head back."

"Huh? You're not going to interrogate them?" Cruze was surprised.

"No," came Davon's flat reply. "Lock the couple up for a few days. Let them out when they're about to die from starvation so that they'll remember this lesson well."

"Of course." Cruze then informed the other subordinates about Davon's decision while the driver returned to the car and drove off.

Davon covered Violla with his suit jacket and quietly watched her from the side.

On their way back, the driver wondered, "Cruze, why did Mr. Roman suddenly change his mind?"

"It must be because Miss Milan has a secret that she wants to keep from him. That's why he's not going to interrogate them. He did that so she won't feel anxious." Cruze knew Davon very well.

"Oh," The driver mumbled as he nodded, "But I still don't get it."

"You don't need to get it. Focus on the road." Cruze smacked the back of his head.

Violla groggily woke up after a long sleep.When she did, she realized she was on her bed back at the Romans' residence; every part of her body was aching.

She tried to return to her sleep, but many questions flitted across her mind instead; the interrogation, the truth, and the secret.Those thoughts sobered her up, making her search for her phone in a panic.

"What are you looking for?" A familiar voice traveled into her ears before the man walked out of the darkness. The mere sight of him made her shudder in apprehension.

"I-I'm looking for my phone." Violla nervously looked at him as she groaned in a silent regret. 'How can I fall into such deep sleep?' Has he already interrogated them and found out about the children during these few hours?'

"It's over there." He pointed to her pillow.She picked up the pillow and spotted her phone underneath it. However, her phone was switched off. It was out of battery.

Instantly, her heart started racing. She had just changed her phone a while ago. When they were in the car earlier, her phone still had plenty of battery power left. She could not help but think: 'Did the battery go flat because someone has been using the phone?'

"You had some calls; I picked up for you," Davon confessed. "Leila won't harass you anymore. You can sleep peacefully now."

With that said, he turned and was about to leave.

"Wait," Violla cried out before tentatively asking, "Ha-Have you interrogated Amira?"

"What do you think?" Davon turned back to face her with his unfathomable gaze. "What secret do you have that you want to keep from me?"

"I-" For a moment, Violla could not form words; all she could do was tremble in worry.

He must have spoken to her. He's not the kind that anyone can fool; he has the habit of getting to the bottom of everything.

When Davon saw her uneasy demeanor, he lowered her gaze and muttered, "Someone unimportant like her isn't worth my time."

"You mean… You didn't see her?" Violla carefully inquired.

Davon then slowly walked toward her as he lowered his voice, "You were so passionate and refused to let me go. How am I supposed to have interrogated her?"

"I… I…"His words made her blush a bright red as the images of what happened earlier flashed past her mind. To stop him from interrogating Amira, she had taken initiative of making love to him.

'Oh, my goodness!' Ashamed, Violla covered her face, wishing the ground would swallow her there and then.

"Ha!" A laugh escaped Davon's lips upon finding her silly look adorable.

"You were much braver this afternoon than you are now," Davon teased, "You weren't drunk nor drugged, but you were rigorous and enthusiastic."

"I-" Just as Violla was about to reply to him, she realized what he had just said. "You've seen me drugged?"

The previous two times she had sex with a man, she had been drugged.Both times, it was with the escort.

'If he's not escort, then wouldn't I be…' her thoughts slipped.

Davon tensed up as he cursed at himself in his heart. 'I slipped up!'

Nevertheless, he was swift to recollect himself as he muttered, "I saw you the last time at Empire Night. Don't you remember?"

"Oh!" Violla had nearly forgotten she was once drugged by Yulisa at Empire Night and he had saved her.So there was nothing suspicious about what he said. 'But how should I confirm that he's the escort?'

"Take a shower and sleep for a little longer. It's still early." At that, Davon stood up and started to walk away.

"Don't go." Violla suddenly hugged him from behind as she leaned her face onto her back. Softly, she whined, "Stay with me."

She had thrown away her dignity by now. After all, she had already slept with him. 'I might as well do it all the way.'

"You're… very different today." Davon had to admit this was a side of her that he liked as well. The moment she initiated anything intimate, his heart would race and he could not resist her.

Regardless, he knew what her real aim was, and there was no way he would let her have her way.

"Do you like it?" Violla kissed his ear as she started pulling his shirt.

'Why is he wearing a f*cking robe? His back is completely covered, and I can't take it off easily!'

"I do…" Davon turned around to cup her face as he passionately kissed her. He then pinned her on the bed.

"Mm…" Violla twisted her body uneasily as her weak hands tried to remove his clothes. She wanted to peek at his back, but no matter what she did, she could not take off that robe on him. 'How annoying!'

"I'll do it myself." With that said, Davon took off his bathrobe and threw it aside before his body pressed on hers again.

Just as Violla was craning her neck to catch a glimpse of his back, he turned off the lights.

"Why did you turn off the lights?" Violla exclaimed.

"We can be more immersed in the moment when it's dark." Davon bit her ears and locked his fingers with hers. "Look at me."

Her head subconsciously turned upon hearing his words. In the dark, he was a ferocious beast with glowing eyes and overwhelming lust.

At that very second, she suddenly thought about the night four years ago as well as that time in the car by the seaside.

'Back then, this was how the escort looked at her, too.' Those eyes were exactly the same.Violla was sure that it must be him.

"Stop thinking about other things." Davon's heated breath crept into her heart. "Focus." Closing her eyes, she started to immerse herself in his world.

It was a night of ecstasy. The moon seeped through the window and cast a shadow of the entangled bodies by the side of the bed.Their bodily warmth and heavy breathing melded together to form a beautiful sonnet.Soon, Davon wiped the worries and thoughts away from Violla's mind.

His intensity and mania made her mind turn blank; all she could do was lean on him weakly.As she reached her peak, Violla subconsciously murmured, "Escort."

A shudder took over Davon's body; he frowned. He bit her lips as if he was punishing her and did not allow her to say anything else.

'There must be something wrong with this woman's mind.She doesn't want a powerful and domineering corporate leader. Instead she longs for an escort.' However, as that was his other identity, he figured it was pointless to be jealous of himself.

In the morning, Violla lay sprawled on the bed, deep in dreamland. She only started moving when the sunlight filtered through the paneled windows to shine on her face.She rubbed her eyes, turned around, and continued sleeping.

After another bout of rest, she finally crawled out of the bed when the sunlight became too bright.It was only then that she realized the curtains were not drawn last night.

'Oh, no! Anyone who was outside would have seen everything!' In her panic, she hurriedly grabbed the bathrobe on the floor to cover herself up before drawing the curtains.

It was then that she realized Davon was already dressed. He was drinking a cup of tea as he sat in the garden downstairs.Meanwhile, Cruze had his head lowered; he was reporting to Davon.

A rare leisurely and happy look was on Davon's face. He looked like he had won a battle.

As though he sensed someone was watching him, he turned around to look toward the bedroom.Promptly, Violla drew the curtains and moved away from the window.

They already slept with each other , but she was still shy and nervous; in fact, she did not know how to face him.

The other problems were already solved, and Davon did not seem like he was going to dig deeper into news or interrogate Amira.

However, she still did not dare to bring the children over. 'What if he's not the escort What then?'

She could feel her head pounding just by those mere thoughts.There was a knock on the door, followed by Immaculate's voice. "Miss Milan, may I come in?"

"Please do." Violla quickly tidied up her messy bed, which was truly a chaotic sight to behold.

After Immaculate entered, the maid behind her pushed in a serving cart while another maid brought in a birdcage.

In the cage was Finny, almost curled into a ball.