❝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 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 of February to the beginning of June was hectic, to say the least.
Time flies when you're having fun, right?
Ever since Quinn had rightfully accepted the new and pristine DJ equipment from Ignacio, she's been unstoppable.
Since then, Quinn had fallen back into the habit of perfecting her craft in any nook of time she could, everyone around her always enveloped in good music and amazing mixing.
Anytime someone was around her, she would ask them to just spit out any genre to challenge her, and within the span of one minute, she was already starting a mix that would have whoever was around bobbing their heads and smiling.
Quinn had also made her full return on social media, using the shocking popularity from her case with Jordan to her advantage, trying her best to launch her career once again, knowing that so many years out of the business had set her back.
But she was just grateful.
Grateful for the love she's experienced, for the care she's been given, and the joy she could finally grasp.
Along with practicing her craft, Quinn knew that her brother's record label needed new management. The young ones that Armani had put in charge were good but definitely needed some guidance.
Shit, even Quinn needed some guidance- but she was definitely a better fit than two seventeen-year-olds that had no clue what the difference between bpm and rpm.
So, Quinn did exactly that.
The change in management happened mid-March, and with the expertise of Ignacio's PR team, they had helped her jumpstart the once highly-regarded record label, gaining attraction and growing artists by the end of the first month.
With growing clientele and now more money flowing in, Quinn decided that it was best for a rebrand, both physically and on paper.
QC, with the approval of her older brother, had turned into Interscope Records, Quality Control now being a section of Interscope for those underground artists that the Browns still felt like needed some work but had potential.
Now for the physical aspect, Quinn needed more space.
The run-of-the-mill studio that Armani had gotten for himself was a great start, but it indeed wasn't going to satisfy the demand that Interscope Records now had, especially with the overflowing management teams and PR managers reaching out to Quinn left and right.
Armani was a bit stubborn at first when the conversation of getting rid of his first studio was brought up. He didn't even want to think about losing the memories he had made in SouthSide– but he knew it was for the better.
