On My Knees

You think you know me. That's the way I want it. Making you feel like we know each other - like we could go grab a beer sometime - is part of my job. Maybe the most vital part. It doesn't hurt that I'm easy on the eyes, single at 35, and born richer than sin. My aesthetic matters much more than it should, but all the better for my worthy cause. And it's a worthy cause. I've made an art out of making you feel good, and my influence makes you want to be good. Good like me. You think you know me, but you don't. Everyone has secrets. Mine could cost me everything.

For years, I've kept his secret. When he called, I answered. When he needed, I gave. Then he went dark. I tracked him on Instagram - like his 16 million other followers. When being on the planet with him, separated by his secrets, felt like torture, I moved on. But Luke McDowell wouldn't let me go. He says he doesn't want me, but we both know that won't hold. By the end of our story, he'll have taken everything. The question is, what will he give?

Finally, he's mine, and I can say that out in public. Luke McDowell, one of the most beloved public figures in America, is mine. Forever. At least that's what we said. But love is different in the harsh glare of the spotlight. Sometimes it feels like the whole world's against us. Now our unofficial honeymoon is over. Luke is back at Evermore, trying to live the life he had before he met me. Trying to say "yes" to his calling. I can't tell how this will play out.