Knocked Up by the Tycoon: An Age Gap Romance

By Isla Chiu

My breath stops for a moment. Is that...? I shake my head before I can finish the thought. Pregnancy has to be making me hear things. Because there’s no way–

“Alexa, look at me.”

My eyes bulge out of their sockets when a big familiar hand grabs my small one. Okay, I don’t think my pregnancy brain can make that up. My imagination is not that vivid.

I turn around, and my breath halts for yet another moment. Standing in front of me is Dallas Takahashi, my ex-boyfriend.

And the father of the baby growing inside me.

WORD COUNT: 3,100

A sexy short story about a young woman and a handsome tycoon!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Oct 6, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005920807

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction.

Book preview

Knocked Up by the Tycoon

DON'T DROP THIS, DON'T drop this, I repeat in my head like a mantra as I carefully lift the glass vase out of the box. I've been working at this store for four weeks, and I've dropped (and broken) that same number of vases. If I break another one, my boss is definitely going to fire my ass. And what's tougher than being a 23-year-old single mother? Being an unemployed 23-year-old single mother.

I glance at the bump around my middle, feeling that curious blend of fear, excitement, nausea, and happiness. In 5 months, I'm going to be holding a small child in my arms. The thought makes me simultaneously want to whoop for joy and puke my guts out.

Alexa?

My breath stops for a moment. Is that...? I shake my head before I can finish the thought. Pregnancy has to be making me hear things. Because there's no way–

Alexa, look at me.

My eyes bulge out of their