He was supposed to break my bed, not my heart. Mr. Hottie-with-a-Body ghosted me a year ago, and now he’s my new boss. Still cocky. Still hot AF. Still thinks he can take whatever he wants. And he wants me to be his fake wife. He’ll get his promotion and I’ll get my debt erased. At first, he drives me crazy pushing all my buttons. But the way he stares at me gives me goosebumps, And soon his rock-hard body is all that fills my thoughts. Now, I love pretending to be husband and wife. Except we pretend a little too perfectly, Because I’m staring at a big, fat plus sign. He’s promoted, And I’m pregnant. So who’s going to tell the playboy he’s a baby daddy?