Rule #1: Always wear a condom. Rule #2: Always leave them wanting more. Rule #3: Always man up. Erica Roberts was the maid of honor in my brother’s wedding and my next conquest. She was toned, tan, and sweet as pie. I should’ve known I’d end up breaking her heart. Still, against my better judgment, I took her, giving us both the best night of our lives. When I woke up the next morning, she was gone, not a trace of what had happened between us, and I realized then I’d broken my number-one rule. Two months later, I get a text telling me I’m going to be a father. I feel a number of emotions—elation, fear, excitement, anger—but then she drops the biggest bomb on me. She says she doesn’t need me or want me. Now I’ve got to do whatever I can to keep us from falling apart. She doesn’t think I want the baby or can be a good father, but she’s about to find out just the kind of man I am.

Rule #1: Always wear a condom. Rule #2: Always leave them wanting more. Rule #3: Always man up. Erica Roberts was the maid of honor in my brother’s wedding and my next conquest. She was toned, tan, and sweet as pie. I should’ve known I’d end up breaking her heart. Still, against my better judgment, I took her, giving us both the best night of our lives. When I woke up the next morning, she was gone, not a trace of what had happened between us, and I realized then I’d broken my number-one rule. Two months later, I get a text telling me I’m going to be a father. I feel a number of emotions—elation, fear, excitement, anger—but then she drops the biggest bomb on me. She says she doesn’t need me or want me. Now I’ve got to do whatever I can to keep us from falling apart. She doesn’t think I want the baby or can be a good father, but she’s about to find out just the kind of man I am.