Marlena looked down at her hand shaking, holding the key to the penthouse. Taking a deep breath she steadied her hand with the other, aimed it for the keyhole and succeeded in opening the penthouse door. Once inside, the tall blonde did what she always did after a long day (and this day had been …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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