Por supuesto que no es él

All I wanted on my 30th birthday was one crazy night that I would remember for the rest of my life... And instead I got pregnant by my boss. Ok, wait. Before you start judging me -I'm looking at you-, the truth is that I didn't know he was my boss at that time. All I saw was the sexiest man I had ever met, with a British accent included, and lips that devoured me for hours in bed. Still, when he acted like an asshole and assumed there was going to be a second round after saying my apartment looked like "a matchbox", I kicked him and hoped I'd never see him again. Until four weeks later... That's when I realized I was "taking," when twenty different pregnancy tests confirmed the truth I didn't want to admit. And just when I thought I would have to spend another four weeks looking for him, he walked so calmly through the doors of my company, and my supervisor announced that he was our new CEO. But that's not even the worst. Now here near. It turns out that this man hid a secret the night we met, and the next eight months were going to be much more complicated than I could ever have imagined...