Chapter Thirty

David’s POV

My teeth were clenched together as I struggled to keep my emotions in check, especially with my mother sitting right across me. The tightness of my pants grew increasingly uncomfortable, making it harder to focus on the conversation. I couldn't comprehend Rihanna's audacity in crossing that boundary and touching my dick, especially with my mother present. I never expected her to be so daring.

Just as my grandfather asked about the progress with the merger, pulling my attention towards him, I placed a firm hand on the one she had on my crotch. I squeezed it tightly, forcefully pulling it away.

I paused mid-sentence, my throat suddenly feeling dry, when I felt her hand on me again. My teeth ground together as my grandfather gave me a questioning look for the interruption.

"We're still waiting for Montoya to finalize the documents for..." My voice trailed off, my concentration shattered. In an attempt to regain composure, I reached for the wine glass on the table and emptie