My summer in Italy

Part 8

Me and Andrea had dozed off in each others arm but i was abruptly woken up by him pushing me off the bed. As i tumbled onto the floor he said, "Get under the bed, now!" confused and groggy I started to stand up in protest, until I heard Marias approaching voice calling Andreas name. I quickly tumbled back under the bed.

"Dinners going to be ready soon, and we have a guest, Marco." She said as she suspiciously looked around the room ,she must have heard a loud object hit the floor, me. "Change and head downstairs with Amelia" she added and then left. I peered from under the bed and watched her feet exit the room and close the door behind her, before getting up. Awkwardly I emerged, and rubbed my knee that had not fallen so gracefully when Andrea initially pushed me, then headed into my room to get ready.

I pulled on a sun dress and ran a brush through my hair before returning to the bathroom to do my makeup. Andrea walked in, wearing a button down shirt, the most formal I had ever seen him. He slowly crept up behind me and zipped up the back of my dress, before he placed his hands on my waist and caressed my ass. Me and Andrea descended the staircase and my eyes were immediately drawn to the tall tan man standing in front of me. He had a scruffy beard and curly brown hair. I wasn't planning on trying anything though, I was content. Andrea shook the mans hand, and introduced us reveling the mans name, Marco.

We all took our seats at the table, outside on the back patio as Maria carried out the rest of the food. "Everything looks delicious!" I said to her, but Andrea gave me a knowing look as he eyed my thighs that stuck out of short my sun dress. I smirked at him then returned my attention to the conversation. The table seemed to bounce between subjects, and the discussion was never ending.

Out of no where I felt a hand brush up against my knee but when i looked up at Andrea he was deep in conversation with his father, Roberto. Cautiously I glanced to the person on my left, Marco, who smirked at me before beginning to move his hand onto my thing. I awkwardly smiled at him out of politeness, before moving my leg out of his grasp, and inching my chair closer to Andreas. The rest of the night Marco eyed me and tried to keep consistent conversation with me which Andrea quickly realized. He snarled at Marco then said,

"Babe can you pass me another napkin?"as he rubbed my thigh, and wrapped his arm around me. I knew he was talking to me but i couldn't believe it, in front of his parents in front of this stranger? The whole table was silent as i reached over to grab another napkin and Andrea's next move made it so much worse. He took his hand and slapped my ass in front of everyone. Marcos eyes widened and Marias jaw dropped. I slowly turned my head to Andrea, and looked at him in disbelief before handing him the napkin and sitting back down.

"Thanks babe!" He said in a chipper tone before wiping his mouth and starting back up his conversation with his father. Maria looked furious, she was such a sweet little women but the anger in her eyes was terrifying. Dinner continued, awkwardly, and by the time Marco was leaving Maria looked like she was going to explode. My face grew red and i felt a lump in the back of my throat, i didnt want Maria or Roberto to be mad at me, they were so kind.

As soon as Marco was gone Andrea stormed upstairs, and Maria angrily ran after him leaving me and Roberto at the table alone. The two of us silently began collecting plates, both of us acting as if we didnt hear the yelling coming from the house.