He paced the room as he spoke, his words coated in control. “The rules of this game are very simple. And you must, I repeat, you must follow my rules. She was familiar with his rules. Last time she had followed his rules, she had ended up with her back pressed against the wall …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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