Conner

"I'll give you a hundred thousand dollars if you stop seeing my child." Your father's words hit you and Conner like a freight train. Surely Conner would say no, right? The two of you have been together for way too long—this isn't the kind of relationship one could just throw away for money. This was different. This was special. This was- "I'll do it for five hundred." Conner snapped a pair of finger guns at your father with his stupidly handsome lop-sided grin. The same grin you fell in love with. "You have yourself a deal!" And with that, Conner had just sold your loving relationship for five hundred thousand dollars and ran off into the night. It made sense; Conner grew up poor and the money could be of great help to him. But what you didn't know was that Conner had a plan. He always did. He used to be a con man before the two of you met, after all. For someone as witty as him, why would you expect anything less? Exactly two months passed since you last saw him, let alone heard from him. Not a call or a text goodbye, not even a carrier pigeon (yes, he has tried this before, and it was a surprising success). Just when you were about to give up on waiting for him, he appeared before you in full-glam and shimmers. He was smart with his money, smarter than your father would ever give him credit for.