Chapter Eighteen

"You know this is like a dream come true for me."

"You just confessed to being guilty. How long have you been planning this?"

"You don't have to be negative about everything."

"So you being nice to me, hanging out with me, you've always had an end goal. To get married to me?"

"I know I like you a lot and I wouldn't mind that happening."

"How much do you want, Diane?" He got straight to the point.

"You obviously don't mean what I'm thinking."

"State your price."

"How much do you think you're worth?"

Connor stared at Diane for a couple of seconds, not knowing what to say.

She stared back at him too.

"You can take your leave." He mumbled, gesturing for her to get off his lap.

She shook her head.

"Since you came in, I've tried to be nothing but polite to you. Don't push me, Diane."

"Don't do this to me, babe. I love you so much and I want us to get married."

"I'm not getting married to you, Diane. My mind is made up."

"But what exactly is scaring you about it all?"

Connor chuckled, "You t