A Big Surprise for Valentine’s Day
Holidays with the Wongs, Book 4
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: February 2020
ISBN: 978-1-989610-09-1
Editor: Latoya C. Smith, LCS Literary Services
Cover Design: Flirtation Designs
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Meet Amber & Sebastian...
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
About the Author
Also by Jackie Lau
Meet Amber & Sebastian...
Amber Wong has landed her dream job at the Stratford Festival, and life is looking good. Sure, she hasn’t had sex in so long that her condoms have expired, but she’ll just pick up some new ones, along with discounted Christmas chocolate, at the grocery store.
And that’s where she runs into Dr. Sebastian Lam, the son of her parents’ close friends, whom she hasn’t seen in years. He’s moved back to Ontario, newly single, and... Oh my God. He’s really hot.
The attraction is mutual and no-strings-attached sex is the perfect arrangement for both of them, since Amber has sworn off dating after a string of terrible boyfriends.
But what if their families find out they’re spending time together and start interfering in their lives? That would be a disaster.
Even worse? If they develop feelings for each other, given a relationship is the last thing Amber wants right now...
Prologue
Valentine’s Day had not gone according to plan.
Instead, it had been Amber Wong’s worst nightmare.
She returned to her apartment only half an hour after she’d left and shimmied out of her little black dress, then put on some fleece pajamas with penguins.
She glanced at the box of donuts he had given her. No sense wasting them. She pulled out the crème brûlée donut and took a big bite. The caramelized sugar on top was delicious, but she couldn’t fully enjoy it.
Her phone rang.
She let it ring.
When it rang again two minutes later, she picked it up. She couldn’t avoid this forever.
“You and Sebastian?” shouted her grandmother.
“Yes, Ah Ma. Did his parents call you?”
“Just ten minutes ago! Then I called Zach. He is at Cardinal’s for a Valentine’s dinner with Jo, and your parents are there, too.”
So, everybody already knew.
Yep, her worst nightmare.
“But I don’t understand,” Ah Ma said. “Are you still together now? Should I be planning the wedding?”
“We were never really together.”
“Aiyah, I do not understand young people these days. Tell me exactly what happened.”
No way was Amber sharing any of those details.
“You are no fun,” Ah Ma said in response to Amber’s silence.
Amber sank onto the couch. Her head throbbed. She just wanted to curl up in a ball and watch baking shows.
“You better come for dinner on Sunday,” Ah Ma said, “or I will drink two piña coladas.”
Given Ah Ma’s last experience with piña coladas—and that time, she’d only had one—this was a rather terrifying thought.
Amber laughed weakly. “I’ll think about it.”
“You want to get off the phone now and nurse your broken heart?”
“My heart isn’t broken.”
Ah Ma sniffed. “We will have a big talk when you come on Sunday.”
“Maybe. If I come.”
“You will be there!”
Amber finally got her grandmother off the phone and curled up in a ball like she wanted. She turned on the television, but she couldn’t focus on the show.
Instead, she thought back to the day she’d encountered Sebastian for the first time in nine years...
Chapter 1
Several weeks earlier...
Amber Wong was the Queen of Bad Boyfriends.
She even had a cross-stitch that said so.
She took it out of her night table. There was a border of vines and flowers; the letters were blue and purple. Queen of Bad Boyfriends.
She’d stitched it in a fit of fury after her last break-up, almost a year ago now. Somehow she’d ended up dating another guy with a weird fetish for Asian women. You’d think she’d have figured out how to avoid these idiots, but no. She’d also managed to date a few cheaters and had more than her share of general douchebaggery. She’d even dated a guy who’d proclaimed, when he was drunk at a party, that women shouldn’t have the right to run for public office. Or even vote.
Yet these men always seemed normal and well-adjusted to Amber when she first met them. She wasn’t sure why her asshole detector was so bad, but it was.
Finally, at the age of twenty-five, she’d wised up. After finishing her Queen of Bad Boyfriends cross-stitch, she’d made another.
Rule #1: No Dating.
She’d hung it above her bed.
Amber had followed that rule scrupulously for the past eleven months, and she was proud of herself for that accomplishment.
However, there was one serious problem.
Sex.
She hadn’t had sex in a year, and it was really starting to get to her. The toys in her night table saw quite a bit of action, but it wasn’t the same as being with an actual human.
It was now January 5, and she’d made a New Year’s resolution: have sex without dating.
She hadn’t made a cross-stitch of that, however.
Back in university, Amber had had a fair bit of casual sex, but it was harder to meet people her age for a hook-up now. She could try an app, but she’d been putting that off, afraid she’d only end up swiping right on men who were total assholes.
At least she wouldn’t be dating these assholes, just sleeping with them. Though it would be better to sleep with someone who was a half-decent person.
Amber rifled through her night table drawer. She tossed her collection of sex toys on her comforter, followed by her sexy lingerie, which hadn’t seen action in a while. And she didn’t expect that to change. Sexy lingerie was a relationship sort of thing, not something she’d wear with someone she was just going to fuck a few times.
Ah, there it is!
Finally, she’d managed to locate her squashed box of condoms. Since, with any luck, she’d be having sex in the next couple months, she
