Chapter Twenty Eight

Rihanna’s POV

I was mortified. I wanted nothing more than to dig a hole in the ground and bury myself in it forever.

“What the fuck!” I exclaimed, disgusted with myself by my reaction. Why did I react that way? Why was my body so…attentive to his touch? Why was I aroused by his scent, his whispers, everything he did? How could I let myself forget who he was and what he’d put me through? How could I forget that he was the reason my parents would never walk me down the altar?

I didn’t want him. I couldn’t want him regardless of how sexually frustrated I was and how much I yearned to feel the same feeling I felt two years ago. David was the reason for my misery and if anything I should be making him pay for all he did to me and not gravitating towards him.

I groggily stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to fix my disheveled appearance and any traces of the blush that tinted my cheeks. With a heavy heart, I stepped out of my room, opting to skip breakfast altogether. The mere