❝You feel so good, 𝐌𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.❞ He moans in my ear before arching me on his desk.
I tried to keep my moans at a minimum, but he felt incredible as he was pummeling me from behind.
❝I can't get enough of you,❞ he groans, the erotic symphonies o...
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
"Run? What do you mean?" Quinn was instantly offended, folding her arm and pushing all of her weight on one hip, her attitude growing stink.
"So when things go hard the first thing you think to do is pack your shit?" Ignacio locked the front door behind him, letting his eyes fully roam the unusual disarray of her home.
"I can't deal with this right now." Quinn rolled her eyes, turning her back on Ignacio and walking towards her kitchen.
"Don't turn your back on me-"
"Oh, just like you did me? You forgot? I was screaming for you not to leave and you did just that!"
"What did you expect me to do, huh? My girlfriend had lied throughout our whole relationship!"
"I didn't lie to you, Ignacio! I just chose not to tell you yet!" Quinn stomped her foot, growing frustrated at how sour their encounter was. "And here I thought you were here to actually talk."
Quinn began to pack some of Sebastian's food to last for about a week, the cat oblivious to how horrible of a turn this conversation was about to go, sleeping peacefully on the couch.
"That's lying Quincy! I gave you so many chances to talk to me-"
"Did you? Did you fucking really?" Quinn spat, throwing what was occupying her hands down on the counter, angrily turning to face a fuming Ignacio.
"Everything is about you! You! You! You!" Quinn poked his chest, not thinking before anything came out of her mouth anymore.
"Every time we were together, everything was based around you! Your life! Your problems! Your fucking company!" Quinn spat.
"Well maybe if you'd open your mouth maybe the topics of our conversation could've pivoted! You were giving me nothing to work with!"
"Now this is all my fault?"
"Yes!"
"This is the narcissist in you coming out for a show! It's sad, honestly."
"I'm a narcissist?!" Ignacio gawked, taking one step back while fury clouded his gaze. "Everything is always about you, Quincy! You didn't want to tell your story because of how you felt. You didn't want to mention your brother being in jail because of what it might do to you. Do you not realize you were in a relationship with me?" Ignacio exploded, his hands moving frantically as he became bewildered with how all of this had seemingly become his fault.
"And you know what, I should've known you were not over Robin!" Quinn rolled her eyes.
"Don't roll your eyes at me-"
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want, Ignacio!"
"-And I'm not into Robin! Have you lost all of your brain cells?" Ignacio fumed, loosening his tie and pulling it off from around his neck, feeling suffocated as their bickering continued.
