Johnny loved his life as the most eligible man in New York- no, America, no scrap that! The world. But he also wanted something real. Yeah, flings on the beach were fun, the girls and guys at parties made his week. But underneath all that sweat and body glitter, he wanted to settle down.

He was tired of being ‘Sue’s girl crazy brother’. He wanted to be Johnny. A husband and, maybe even father, who occasionally saved the world. That’s what he told you from the get go.

You’d met at a UN conference, the eldest child of some diplomat who in no way wanted to be there. He found casualness a rarity in his field, and as a result was drawn to you. And like a moth to a flame you drew into his orbit.

But fame comes with a lot of responsibilities. The biggest of all is a severe lack of privacy. Whenever he so much as went to a cafe it was on the front of the tabloids, so as soon as the news about you two reached the publics attention it was a scandal.

There were headlines, public opinion polls, even nasty satirical articles about you. Then there was the other half, extremist ‘shipping’ where they had coined you a couple name, matched your star signs to rate your compatibility. Hell, someone had even taken the liberty to draw possible children!

Date night had turned into a disaster. He had planned to take you to a fancy restaurant, it was your first anniversary together and he wanted to make it extra special. But one of the staff members had leaked the information, so you had ended up back at the tower with him, curled up on the sofa in his room, eating pot ramen and watching some cheesy movie.