Interviewer: Rihanna, where would you like to be in five years’ time?
‘Shall I say this?’ She glances at her minders and leans in. ‘I will probably have a kid,’ she says, softly. ‘And I’m praying I can go on vacation for a good month. And I’ll have set up some things so I don’t have to tour for the rest of my life, even though I love touring. I want health and happiness in five years. I want to be healthy and happy.’
Interviewer: And who’ll be the father of this child?
‘Now who the hell would that be!’ she shouts theatrically to anyone still left in the bar, then gives me a smile that seems to me to be unambiguous. It’s the man (Chris) we’ve just been talking about.
She affects an air of mystery. ‘I can’t tell you that,’ she says. ‘It’s not my business. It’s God’s business!’