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Even if I wasn’t the father, I would still feel somewhat responsible. We all slept with her on the same night. We all have an equal chance of being the father.

“Holy shit…” I breathe out, locking my hands behind my head as my chest grows tight.

I’m a businessman. A club promoter. I’ve been called a womanizer.

I’m supposed to be confident and calm, but I feel anything but right now. I’m falling apart in the middle of this hallway on whatever floor I’m on, and Cassidy is still probably freaking out in her suite.

I ditched her when I should be right beside her and the guys figuring things out. I’m already failing her.

My eyes squeeze shut for a second as a wave of guilt hits me. She probably thinks I don’t care about her or the baby.

That’s just not true, though.

I care a lot, and that makes the fear in my heart ten times stronger.

I don’t know how to be a good parent. I didn’t have a great role model of that growing up. My mom walked out when I was eight years old, and she never came back. My dad had to raise me by himself, and he worked multiple jobs to keep us afloat. I never saw him.

He kept a roof over my head and food in the fridge, but we didn’t have a relationship.

It felt like I grew up alone. Everyone else left or was never around.

So, I don’t know what a good parent looks like. Not personally. I don’t know how to handle the hard times or even the good times.

What if I hurt their feelings? What if I disappoint them? What if I nudge them down the wrong path and they don’t turn out to be good people?

I just know I’ll blame myself for everything. How would that make me a good co-parent for Cassidy? She’s already juggling enough as it is.

I slow down my rapid pace and glance around, realizing that I’m close to my suite. I shouldn’t be around anyone right now. Not until I get myself together.

I round the corner, but I don’t even take two steps before freezing at the sight of Sarah and Ryan in the middle of the hallway.

Sarah talks briskly to him, but I can’t make out what she’s saying. Whatever it is, it isn’t making Ryan very happy.

When she sees me, she tenses up, her eyes growing wide.

Ryan follows her gaze and immediately glares at me. “I can’t believe you.”

My stomach drops as he storms over to me.

Am I about to get punched in the face?

“Sarah overheard you talking to Cassidy. Maybe you should learn to close the door when you’re having a private conversation,” Ryan grits out as he stops barely a foot away from me. His anger rolls off him in waves.

Was the door to the suite open? I don’t remember. I wasn’t even paying attention.

Not that it matters now.

Word spread in a way that we didn’t even expect.

“Ryan…”

Ryan shakes his head roughly. “Just don’t! Cassidy is my only family. I’ve protected her since we were young, and I trusted you, Jackson, and Marcus to look after her in case I couldn’t. Imagine how I feel now that I’ve learned she’s pregnant by one of you three!”

If he does decide to punch me in the face right now, I deserve it.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him, trying to piece my thoughts together to give him a better apology than that.

He deserves it.