by Jackie Lau
Pregnant by the Playboy
Fong Brothers, Book 1
Jackie Lau
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, companies, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2020 Jackie Lau. All Rights Reserved.
First edition: May 2020
ISBN: 978-1-989610-10-7
Editor: Latoya C. Smith, LCS Literary Services
Cover Design: Flirtation Designs
Cover photograph: Depositphotos
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Meet Vince Fong...
Chapter 1 | Vince
Chapter 2 | Marissa
Chapter 3 | Vince
Chapter 4 | Marissa
Chapter 5 | Vince
Chapter 6 | Marissa
Chapter 7 | Marissa
Chapter 8 | Vince
Chapter 9 | Marissa
Chapter 10 | Marissa
Chapter 11 | Vince
Chapter 12 | Marissa
Chapter 13 | Vince
Chapter 14 | Marissa
Chapter 15 | Vince
Chapter 16 | Marissa
Chapter 17 | Vince
Chapter 18 | Vince
Chapter 19 | Marissa
Chapter 20 | Vince
Chapter 21 | Marissa
Chapter 22 | Marissa
Chapter 23 | Vince
Chapter 24 | Marissa
Chapter 25 | Vince
Chapter 26 | Marissa
Chapter 27 | Vince
Chapter 28 | Marissa
Chapter 29 | Marissa
Epilogue | Vince
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Also by Jackie Lau
Meet Vince Fong...
I’ve got a pretty great life, if I do say so myself. I made a fortune when I sold my tech start-up, and I’ve spent the years since partying, drinking, and inviting a parade of women into my bed.
I should be happy, but I feel an annoying lack of fulfillment, and there’s no way I’m going back to the work I did before.
At a friend’s party, I meet Marissa. We have hot sex against the door and agree to spend the weekend together. Just one weekend. I never expect to see her again.
Except now she’s pregnant with my baby...and I think this is the solution to all my problems. This is what will bring meaning to my life. I’m going to be a devoted father and husband.
Marissa—whose last name I still don’t know—wants me to be involved, though she rejects my marriage proposal. But before the baby arrives, I’m going to prove to her that I can be something other than a playboy.
And the rare times I set my mind to something, I don’t fail...
Chapter 1
Vince
I’m in love.
Her name is Evie, short for Evelyn.
She’s four and a half months old, and she gives me a gummy smile and laughs whenever I press her nose and say “beep.”
Last week, she wasn’t amused by this, but today, it’s provided endless giggles.
She also enjoys it when I sing, but that’s a secret between me and her. Normally, I have no qualms about embarrassing myself—as many people will attest to—but I don’t want anyone to know that I sing to my niece.
I visit Evie and Courtney, my sister-in-law, every Friday afternoon, and don’t tell anyone this, either, but Friday is now my favorite day of the week. And it has nothing to do with any parties or clubs I might go to late in the evening.
While Courtney has a shower and does laundry, I entertain my niece, and then the three of us hang out together, and Evie naps a bit. I don’t know much about babies, but I’m told Evie is a rather easygoing and chill baby. Surprising that my brother Julian produced such a child.
I carry Evie over to the mat in the playroom and sit cross-legged with her in my lap. There’s a mirror in front of us, but I doubt she understands that it’s her in the mirror.
“Say hello to the baby!” I hold up her little hand and wave. Then I press her nose again. “Beep. Beep, beep.”
She giggles. She’s so easily amused.
She’s wearing a yellow duckie onesie today. Her hair is black and fine, and her eyes are dark. Her ears stick out, just a bit.
When Julian first put Evie in my arms, the day after she was born, I wasn’t sure what to do. I’d never held a baby before, and she was so tiny and rather strange-looking, wearing an enormous white knit hat with a bow, her face scrunched up.
Julian took two weeks off work—he’s the CEO of Fong Investments—and after he went back to work, he made me promise to visit every week and make sure Courtney and Evie were getting along okay. He was probably also trying to save me from my unfulfilling life of leisure by giving me something productive to do.
I haven’t worked in almost three and a half years, though I never need to work again. I have more than enough money after selling my start-up.
My family doesn’t realize it—because I was in Silicon Valley for most of that time—but I burnt out bad. They think of me as the wild troublemaker, but I did basically nothing but work for five years. Responsible, serious Julian can handle that kind of lifestyle, though even he realized that he had to stop pushing himself quite so hard, but I can’t.
I press on Evie’s forehead. “Beep.”
She frowns at the mirror. Silly Uncle Vince, don’t you know my nose makes noises, not my forehead?
Perhaps it’s time for a song. I start singing her favorite, “There Was an Old Woman Who Swallowed a Fly.” I’m on the verse about the goat when I hear a noise behind me, and I freeze.
Courtney picks up Evie. “Uncle Vince was singing to you, wasn’t he?”
Evie nods.
The traitor.
“Evie,” I say sternly. “That was a secret.”
I have a reputation to uphold, and singing to babies doesn’t fit it.
Though Courtney knows me pretty well. We’ve always gotten along, and she’s helped me with some things that most people don’t know about.
“You want to stay for dinner?” she asks.
“Nah, sorry, I’ve got plans, but I’ll stay until Julian gets back.” I lean forward and touch Evie’s nose again. “Beeeeeeeep!”
* * *
“I got you a present,” I say to Julian as soon as he walks in the door and sets down his briefcase. “You’ll love it.”
“Dear God,” he mutters. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Just saw something at the store and figured you’d like it,” I say cheerfully.
Annoying my older brother is one of life’s greatest pleasures.
Courtney comes over with Evie, and Julian gives them both a kiss. Once upon a time, I wouldn’t have figured Julian would be a family man, but it seems to suit him. There’s an odd feeling in my chest as I look at the three of them together.
Then I say, “Come on, it’s in the living room.”
Julian walks over to his favorite chair and looks at his gift. It’s a large plush animal, eating a bowl of noodles with chopsticks, and I’ve placed a bottle of Labatt 50 with a large red bow next to it, so it sort of looks like the animal is drinking the beer. I’ve also tied a red bow around the animal.
Julian picks up the beer. “You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”
My brother is mainly a wine drinker, and he has sophisticated taste in wine. But when it comes to beer, he drinks old man beer, and I find it endlessly amusing.
“And this?” He picks up the stuffed animal. “What is it?”
“I don’t know,
but it made me think of you.”
“Why, may I ask, is that?”
“It’s Pusheen!” Courtney exclaims.
“Pusheen?” Julian says.
“A cartoon cat! Isn’t she sweet? I love Pusheen!”
Julian smiles affectionately at his wife and daughter, then turns back to me. “You’re trying to buy presents for Evie again by pretending they’re for me. I told you she doesn’t need anything else. She has lots of toys.”
I shrug. Busted. “The beer is for you, though.”
“Thank you,” he says sarcastically.
I take this Pusheen creature from his hands and hold it up to Evie. “What do you think? Do you need more toys?”
She gurgles and reaches out to touch the cat.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say.
“You need something to do in life other than spoil my daughter,” Julian says.
“Ah, that reminds me. I should head out—I have an orgy to attend.”
Courtney makes a show of covering Evie’s ears, then hands her over to her father. Julian grins as he bounces her up and down, and she slaps her slobbery hand across his face.
I’m lying—there isn’t an orgy tonight. Just a big, fancy party at Brian Poon’s. There will likely be some sex, though. There usually is. And I’ve had a dry spell of...well, six weeks, which is rather long for me.
I just like saying “orgy” to bug Julian.
To be honest, I do tend to exaggerate my exploits a teeny-tiny bit.
Well, it’s more than a teeny-tiny bit lately. The first year or so after selling my company, my life truly was wild. A little too wild. After years of a ridiculous workload, I was suddenly free and very wealthy, so I was celebrating...but at the same time, I was trying to drown out my overwhelming feelings of misery and loneliness. It didn’t quite work.
In fact, it was the start of a depressive episode.
But most people don’t know about that.
I’m simply Vince Fong, Playboy Extraordinaire. I can’t lie; I enjoy people seeing me this way, and it isn’t entirely an act.
I like women and sex. Good food and wine. Traveling. Partying.
It’s not an everyday occurrence anymore, but it’s a good life.
Yet, although I’m feeling better these days, there’s still something missing...
“Hello!” says a voice from elsewhere in the house.
“Oh, sorry,” Courtney says to Julian. “I forgot to tell you. Your parents and grandmother insisted on coming over for dinner today. They’re bringing food, don’t worry.”
My brother frowns. I think he wanted a quiet night with his wife and daughter.
I saunter to the front hall, Julian and Courtney behind me. “Hey, Mom and Dad. Po Po.”
“Vince!” Po Po sits down on the bench to take off her shoes. “You are joining us for dinner?”
“Sorry, I’ve got plans.” Might as well make my exit now. It’s six thirty, and I plan to be at Brian’s around eight. The party won’t start until later, but I enjoy hanging out with Brian.
“It’s Friday night,” Julian says. “Of course Vince has plans.”
Po Po shakes her head and touches Evie’s chin. “You be a good girl when you grow up, okay? Not at all like Uncle Vince.”
I press my niece’s nose. “Beep. Beep. Beep.”
“Why are you pretending my daughter is a truck backing up?” Julian asks.
“She likes it,” I say.
Of course, this is the one time Evie doesn’t giggle.
I try again.
She still doesn’t giggle.
I guess I’ll have to find something new to entertain her next week.
* * *
I regard myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a black suit and white shirt. Collar open, no tie. My hair is a little long, in a way that I think really works for me. I smile and point my finger at the mirror.
Yeah, I look the part.
But what’s the meaning of a life spent partying and playing videogames and dining in style?
Fuck it.
I’m going to bury myself in a woman tonight and forget about everything.
That’s what I need.
Chapter 2
Marissa
My mouth falls open.
“Your friend lives here?” I ask Carrie Lo as our Uber heads through the wrought-iron gates of a house on the Bridle Path.
She shrugs. “Yeah.”
“What does Brian do?”
“Nothing.”
“What do you mean he does nothing?”
“His family owns a big multinational company,” Carrie says. “I think he’s involved, but not heavily.”
Right.
This is so not my world. I’ve never been to a house on the Bridle Path before, and it’s a freaking monster of a house, with a huge fountain out front. Not that there’s any water in it since it’s January. A light dusting of snow covers the ground.
I grew up in a two-bedroom apartment in Scarborough. It was just me and my mother, who worked at a dry cleaners. Whenever my mother bought a box of Peek Freans—that was what luxury meant to me. I wouldn’t have even been able to conceive of something like this. A house in Toronto with an actual gate and semi-circular driveway.
But I’m thirty-six now, and I don’t have to count my nickels to buy a box of cookies. I have a condo and a good job as an engineer.
At the thought of my job, I remember all the shit I have to do on Monday morning.
I push that aside. Tonight, I’m going to have fun. I deserve it.
I’ve known most of my friends since high school or university, but I only met Carrie a few years ago. She’s four years younger than me, and she’s all about going out and having fun. Since many of my friends now have children and aren’t usually available on Friday nights, it’s good to have a friend like Carrie. She works in advertising, although she never seems to do much work, and she’s always up-to-date on the hot new places to eat and drink. She’s the youngest child in a wealthy family from Hong Kong, and she’s always seemed worldlier than me.
I step out of the car in my black boots and long black jacket, and Carrie and I proceed to the door. It’s opened by a man who I think might be an honest-to-God butler.
Yeah, this is so not my world.
But I hand him my jacket and take off my boots, and I act like I belong.
I can conquer this party like I’ve conquered everything else in life.
“I love your dress,” Carrie says.
“Thanks.” I don’t tell her that I found it on a sale rack for a hundred bucks. My outfit is probably worth a tiny fraction of hers. She’s wearing a sexy white ruched dress and showy gold jewelry. I feel like her opposite, dressed in black with silver jewelry.
“Brian!” she cries, throwing her arms around an East Asian man in a gray suit. “This is my friend Marissa. The woman I told you about, remember?”
“Nice to meet you,” he says, shaking my hand.
We follow him into a room with low lights and loud music. A few people are dancing.
Brian gestures me toward the bar. It’s not a help-yourself bar; no, it’s staffed by two bartenders. Both Asian men with ponytails and silk jackets that somehow don’t look ridiculous.
“I’ll have a glass of white wine,” I say.
One of them nods, and I turn toward the room as I wait.
Life has been stressful lately. I’ve been busy with a big project at work, and my mother had a health scare. We got the test results back a few days ago, and fortunately, the tumor is benign.
Now, I finally feel like I can breathe again, and I’m determined to have a good time and maybe end my dry streak. Carrie assured me this would be a good place to get laid.
I feel a touch out of place, but I know I look hot in this outfit, and the key is to be confident.
I also feel a little old. I think most of these people are closer to thirty.
Once the bartender passes over my drink, Carrie grabs my hand and intr
oduces me to a few men she knows. One of them looks at me appreciatively.
“You like him?” Carrie whispers.
I shake my head and grab a petit four off the tray as a waiter passes by.
Carrie knows almost everyone, and she walks me through the gorgeous house, introducing me to men and raising her eyebrows in question. She seems determined to make sure I have sex tonight, and I appreciate it.
We pass a man and woman making out in the hall. The guy’s got his tongue down the woman’s throat and his hand under her dress. I watch as his hand slides higher...
Many of the men are good-looking, but apparently I’m picky tonight, even if I’m just interested in going to bed, not a relationship. A relationship would be nice, too—I haven’t had a boyfriend in two years—but that’s not why you go to a party like this.
It’s important to do everything with a purpose, and for tonight, mine is simply: have fun and get laid.
And then I see him.
It’s like there’s a neon arrow above him, pointing down.
He’s wearing a black suit and white shirt. He’s East Asian, and he has black hair, a little too long to be strictly proper, I think.
He’s sitting on a leather couch, next to a woman with red hair and a green dress.
And oh yeah, they’re making out.
Yes, the man I’ve set my sights on is currently making out with another woman. He’s got one hand cupping her ass, the other cupping the back of her head, and there’s just something about the way he’s touching her, molding her body to his. I’m mesmerized.
I want him to do that to me.
Right here, in front of everyone.
My mouth is suddenly dry, and I take a sip of my wine.
“Who’s that?” I ask.
“Vince Fong,” Carrie replies.
Oh. I swallow.
I know Vince by reputation only. He’s the youngest son in the illustrious Fong family. His father started a successful investment company, which his oldest brother now runs. His other brother is a writer. And Vince, he sold his tech start-up for a ton of money a while back, and ever since, he’s been rolling in cash and living the high life.
“He’s good friends with Brian,” Carrie says.
