The Taunting (College Life #1)

The truth has risen from the surface

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 breathe.

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 himself, 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.