I got pregnant from CEO

Marius Fitzy narrating: I walk down the stairs towards the dining room and find My father sitting at the table reading a newspaper. — Good morning — I said, sitting at the table to have my breakfast before heading to the company. — Good morning, son — said my father, closing the newspaper and looking at me. — Where are my siblings? — I asked. — Cristian didn't sleep at home and Eliza has already left for college — he said, sipping his coffee. — Alright, where is my mother? — In the garden, taking care of the plants — he said. Mom loves taking care of the garden, she says it helps her relax. — Okay. After eating, I bid farewell to my father and headed out for another day of work. Even though I am twenty-eight years old, I still live with my parents, but that doesn't mean I don't have other homes. On the contrary, I have two apartments in the city center. One of them is a huge penthouse where I go when I want to be alone and where I also plan to start a family. The other is just a regular apartment for when I want to have intimate encounters, as I don't like going to motels and would never bring any of my s****l escapades to my parents' house or where I plan to raise my children one day. My mother doesn't mind having all her children living with her; in fact, I'm sure if any of us were to move out permanently one day, she would make a big fuss. [...] Arriving at the company, I feel several eyes on me. Without paying much attention, I make my way to the private elevator, where I go up to my office. Entering my office, I see everything as I left it the day before. Great, I don't like it when people mess with my things. Sitting at my desk, I see my secretary, Miss Avellar, entering my office. She is a bit clumsy, but very competent. — Good morning, Mr. Fitzy, here's your coffee — she said, placing it in front of me. — You have a meeting with the electronic parts suppliers in fifteen minutes and at ten-thirty with the team working on a new software. — Thank you, Miss Avellar. Do I have any commitments in the afternoon? — I asked. — Not at the moment — she said, looking at the tablet where I keep my digital schedule. — Alright. — Excuse me — she said, leaving. I looked at the clock, realizing it was almost time for my first meeting of the day. I drank my coffee just the way I like it, then left my office to start another workday. [...] After finishing my last meeting, I returned to my office, where I saw Cristian going through my things. Cristian Fitzy is my brother, he is twenty-four years old and the vice-president of the company I run. I also have a younger sister named Eliza, she is twenty years old and studying to become a pediatrician. — What are you doing here? — I said loudly, startling him and causing him to drop some papers he was holding. — You scared me, Marius — he said, putting his hand on his chest — you almost gave me a heart attack. — You were going through my things, you know I don't like that. — I said, taking the papers from his hands that he had already picked up — and you still haven't answered me. — I was just bored... — Tell me something I don't know? You come to the company and spend the whole day doing nothing — I said, seeing him shrug. — Anyway, I came to invite you to go out tonight. — I can't. — Damn it, Marius, you never go out to have fun, you just work and work. — Someone has to do it, right? Since you only live for partying, Eliza is much more responsible than you — I said, and he made a face. — No one is more responsible than little Eliza, not even you — he said. — Indeed — I said, pouring whiskey into two glasses for us to drink. I picked up the phone and called Avellar to my office; a few seconds later, she walked through the door, and all her attention was on my brother. Since she started working here, I have noticed the way she looks at him. I know he has noticed it too, but he has never acted on it. He enjoys the attention, and she gives it to him. One day, when she gets tired and stops chasing after him, I wonder what his reaction will be. Alisson, or as I professionally call her, Avellar, is an amazing woman, and I believe she deserves someone who values her feelings, something my brother has never done. — Avellar, I'm leaving for lunch and won't be back today — I said, getting her attention — any appointments that come up, schedule them for Monday. — Alright, Mr. Fitzy, anything else? — After you finish everything you need to do, you can leave. — Okay, Excuse me, Mr. Fitzy — she said, giving one last look to Cristian and then leaving. — She likes you — I said. — Tell me something I don't know? She's always chasing after me — he said, making a face. — Why don't you give her a chance? — No, she's just a secretary — he said disdainfully, which made me seethe with anger — what will people say when they find out that Cristian Fitzy, the guy who dates various models, is dating a secretary? — Why does that matter? Is she a secretary? Yes, but that doesn't define her. Character is what defines someone — I reprimanded him — Alisson Avellar is a great girl; she is smart, competent, and above all, not materialistic like those models you date. — Are you done? I get it — he said seriously — how am I supposed to give someone a chance when I'm not interested in her? — You're not obliged to date her; I said that just to say it. But you came in here cursing the girl. — Alright, let's go out now; I'm hungry and then I want to get a haircut — he said, getting up. He will learn the hard way with his behavior. I don't wish ill upon my brother, but he needs to learn to respect others. I nodded, and then we left.