Rihanna’s POV
I didn’t step out of my room until it was nighttime and I had to go and grab my food from the kitchen. As I headed out on the way to my room, a seven-foot man suddenly blocked my path, causing me to frown at him but still he didn’t move.
“Get out of my way!” I was forced to yell with an angry glower.
“I’m sorry but the boss wants you to have dinner with him.” Dane said, his expression as stoic as ever. I swear, that guy never seems to do anything other than look all serious and intimidating. I wondered if he had looked at his family the same way.
“Tell your boss to go to hell! He could go shove the dinner up his— hey! Give me back my tray!” I said to the help who’d taken my food tray from my hand. She was heading to the dining room where I was sure David was waiting fo
