Delectable Benefits

Seventeen

Nick's parents watched the pair disappear into one of their secret entrances. "Will you look at that," his father said.

Ann was looking at the other woman, she was shaking her head. Nick was going to have to do something about Michelle. The woman was invited to this gala because she was the honorary fiancée of Nicholas St. Anthony, thank goodness they had the foresight of keeping the relationship a secret. Though the boy has not made a move to go to her. Not even a glance to her direction after their initial talk. She wanted to crow like a mother uhen and her husband shook his head in amusement. "Honey, keep a close eye on Anya, I fear for her safety."

Ann looked at her husband, "The whole family has been made aware of the situation. She will not be  alone. Though if I were you, I would keep Nick close by, he might go to Michelle. You can't keep Anya on the dance floor, love."

He smiled, "I know. When do you think she'll tell us?" he knew about the pregnancy he had met Nicole before and she was a delight. He could see his son in the child as well as her grandmother's sass. He couldn't wait for the next one.

"You're enjoying our grand daughter too much." His wife wagged a finger at him.

He chuckled, "She is so like you although she looks like our Nick."

"I just wish Nick would realize her loves his wife and not the harlot he thinks he's fallen hard for. It's probably the amazing sex he's always received from her. I heard she does good oral."

His wife blinked in shock at him. "My God, Dennis, you discuss that with the children?"

He frowned, "No, I heard the boys talking about it."

Ann shook her head, "I must have done something wrong."

Then her husband said something to change her mind, "If there's any consolation to you, love. I told them you could give lessons on how to give the best head."

Ann turned bright red and glowered at her husband. She looked at her eldest son and glared at him. Marcus gave his mother a confused look and saw his father laughing loudly. "Don't you have an ounce  of shame in you body, Mr. St. Anthony?"

"Well, it did end their conversation rather prematurely. Since that time, I never heard them talk a out anything sexual," he said, making his wife screech.

"Mama, Papa?" Marcus asked clearly puzzled seeing his mother's annoyance.

"Your father is an idiot, please don't be like him while your own children are growing up," she said. 

"My feet are killing me, love, I need to rest my feet," Anya complained as she dropped to the nearest chair.

Nick's youngest brother, Michael sat himself next to her. "Once you're done resting the next dance is mine," he said.

Anya gave  an exhausted laugh, "Maybe." She breathed in and out through her nose as she tried to calm her breath.

"Not if you want to live," Nick said as he looked down at his brother, giving him one of his famous frowns.

Michael waved him off, clearly unfazed. "Michael, could you be a dear and get me a tall glass of water?" Anya asked.

The young man stood up and did as she asked. "I'm going to need to use the powder room, could you take me there?"

Nick nodded and pulled her to her feet then he frowned when she gave a yawn. "You look tired, do you want to go home?" he asked.

Anya nodded, immediately thinking about Nicolette. "I haven't called Nicolette. Did you bring my phone?"