Elizabeth's P.O.V-
"He's going to kill me," Andreas whispers in my ear.
"No, he's not."
"Yes, he is. My life is great right now, I can't die."
I turn to face him, "My father is not going to kill you, ok? He'll have to go through me first." I pull him down by the neck and kiss his cheek, rubbing my nose against it. "Now, can we eat?"
"E, you already ate in the room this morning. Aren't you... full?"
I throw a deadly glare at his face, "Are you calling me fat?" I dare him to call me fat, it will be the last time he speaks, or breaths.
His face pales, "No, baby. You are perfect. The perfect ass, and you know I love your tits." He leans down and kisses the top of my forehead. "Although, I guess if you eat more, you get more meat on your body which is good for me. I love my girls beefy." I feel his hand rub my butt; I push it away.
"Don't do that while my parents are mere feet away, he really will kill you." He moves it away so quickly I thought his hand would fall off.
After my parents saw Andreas licking whip cream off my nipple, the air around us has been thick. They stepped into the hallway so I could make myself decent, once the door shut, Andreas started having a full-on panic attack while I washed all the whip cream and sticky semen from between my legs. As I did that, he ranted outside of the shower.
Saying things like how my father was going to run him over with his car, kill him in his sleep or rip his tongue out. When I opened up the shower curtain, naked in front of him, all panic left the window and he realized something. No matter what happens when we leave here, what we have will still exist.
My parents wanted us to meet them at Golden Corral for breakfast. Mostly because my father loves to eat there, and it's also the place he eats at when he's stressed. I mean, I'm sure the image of me getting my nipples licked probably brought it up to the millions.
His heart may combust.
The food that Andreas bought didn't fill me up, as we can see on my plate. I grabbed a waffle, some eggs, bacon, and sausage. To balance it out, I got a banana and some tomatoes for my eggs. Andreas, being nervous, just got apple juice and a muffin.
We walked, slowly, to the table. My parents are too engrossed with their conversation and food that they don't see us sit down at the table across from them. My father was the first one to look up, his eyes went to Andreas. I felt his leg shaking against mine, to calm him down, I put my hand on his thigh, rubbing it softly.
My mother was the first one to say something, "Have you tasted the hash browns, they are amazing." She smiles, putting some in her mouth.
"Yeah, with the pepper it makes them taste even better."
My father rolls his eyes, "Do you have something you want to say, dad." I look at him. He pushes his plate away from him, propping his elbows up on the table. "It's not respectful to put your elbows up on the table."
"And it's not respectful to have your lover over here licking whip cream off your nipples, now, is it?" I bite the inside of my cheek. I have to remember he's my dad, it would be rude of me to stoop to his level, or curse him out. He is after all my elder.
I lift my chin, "I will not apologize for what happened this morning, but I will not sit here and act like I'm not embarrassed, because I am. There isn't anything else to say on the matter." I take a drink of my apple juice.
"I'm assuming this isn't the first time you guys have, you know, done saucy things." said my mother.
I groan, "Please don't say saucy." I rub my eyes with frustration.
"Well, I don't know what else to say, I don't know the lingo you kids are using. The question that I have is: how long has this been going on between you two?"
Andreas and I look at each other, wondering which one is going to answer. The sexual tension began in the hallway when he played with my necklace but was really viewing my breast. After that, I think everything fell into place. If we are talking about a sexual encounter, I rubbed him until he came into the kitchen. The first time we had sex? Me, on my back, as he fucked me in his car.
I'm starting to realize that Andreas and I have had a lot of sexual encounters.
Andreas says, "For about two or maybe three months."
My mother's eyes widen, "So when we came by the house, I remember you coming down the stairs looking flustered, did you guys- oh god you did! And when Andreas was making all those jokes about you being a screamer and- and being tight." She puts her head in her hands, my father just looks out the window.
"I'm so sorry about that," Andreas whispers in my ear. I shake my head, letting him know that it's fine.
My mother gives all her attention to Andreas, "Andreas, I'm going to be blunt with you. I love you like a son, always have, and always will. To know that you have been sleeping with my daughter behind my back, I can't even fathom words. This is the behavior I expected from Bridget, but not you Elizabeth. Are you going to date my daughter, Andreas, or just have sex with her."
"Mom!"
"It's not a crazy thing to ask, Elizabeth. I don't want you to be used for your body, or have you be someone's side piece. I want the best fo-"
"We are dating," Andreas says suddenly, clasping my hand with his and putting it on the table for my parents to see. My head turns to him, shocked by it all. We never said we were dating or even had a discussion about it. I was so caught up with making out with him and the I love you's that it never crossed my mind that we could actually date.
"Is that true, Elizabeth?" My father asked.
I'm quiet for a moment, "Uh, ye-yeah, he is my boyfriend." It feels so foreign on my tongue. One thing I do know is this: he's mine, all mine.
My mother blows raspberries, "Well, shit, if you guys were dating why did you have me rambling on and on. This is great, oh my god, this is great!" My mom claps, putting her hand on top of ours that are joined together.
"This was not the plan." My father said, his voice dark and angry.
"What did you say, dad."
"I said this was not the plan. He said he was going to end things with you and that was supposed to be the end of this. He hurt you, didn't he? I knew he would." I see his fist ball up.
I sigh, "Yes, at first, he did hurt me, but everyone knows that you go through a rough patch before the bliss. And what do you mean this wasn't in the plan?" I look at my dad, then Andreas. His whole face is white as a sheet, and his hand is no longer holding mine. "Would someone care to explain?"
"When you came into the kitchen wearing nothing but hot pink underwear and Andreas's shirt, I knew something was going on. Then, I saw his hand on your back and the way you caressed it, that's when everything was final for me. I talked to him and told him to cut things off with you if he wasn't going to make it serious. Which I knew he wasn't, I heard of what happened in his last relationship, that he wouldn't give you what you wanted from him and that's his love and a relationship. I'm not going to sit here and apologize for any of it, Elizabeth you are my daughter and I love you and I will do whatever it is I have to do to protect you."
I'm sure I look like a fish right now with my mouth hanging open, but I don't care.
"Andreas, when did this happen?" He doesn't say anything. "Did this happen days before Doug's match?" It would explain everything.
He nods his head.
All the air, the reason leaves my body, "I- I- wha- why would you- oh my god!" I think my vision is gone; I can't see anything but blind rage. "So, from what I'm understanding is that you hurt me on purpose because of what my dad said? How could you!" He just lowers his head.
"E, I'm so sorry. I thought I was doing what was right."
I shake my head, trying to keep my composure, "No, you did this to protect yourself, and you let my father get in your head. Jesus fucking Christ." I get up from the table, not without taking my plate with me, I might be angry but that doesn't mean I'm going to starve to death.
The truth has risen from the surface, and I'm not liking it one bit.
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