Dirty Laundry Klance Novels & Stories

He was completely, absolutely penniless. And for the first time in all his years on this job, he was perfectly clean. --- Standing in the office now, Julian Clarkson looked out the window, watching the small speck way down below melt into the chaos of Fifth Avenue. The anger remained, a white-hot fury in his chest. The hubris. The amazing assumption. The sheer, stupid, infuriating extravagance. He had taught Jonah Miles a lesson in real power, and the fool had chosen to become a martyr to something that no one would ever discover.

Klynt apologized to the big boss. He doesn't really go out and is always locked in his room. That's why they wondered why he was in the living room and there were no maids around him. "Oh what Madeline are you just going to stand there or are we going to take a shower?" Klynt teased him. She bent down and looked at herself. She was really embarrassed because their boss was staring at her. She's worried that she might think differently. He might think she was a cheap girl. Good thing Cheska came suddenly, and it was like a thorn was pulled out of his chest.

I typed fast: “Gf left me three weeks before Thanksgiving because my dick game is apparently mid. Now I’ll be alone jerking off to p**n instead of being in it. Thanks, Turkey Day.” Hit send. Zero hope. Next morning my phone exploded. DM from the studio: “Congratulations. Your comment got 2.7 million likes. You’ve won a private Thanksgiving shoot with Chloe Vance. Flight leaves tomorrow.” “Marcus! Marcus!” I screamed. He burst into my room. “Holy shit, dude… you’re actually banging Chloe Vance for Thanksgiving.” And that’s how I ended up here. Chloe Vance’s POV

He moved closer to her and squeezed a dollar note into her hands. “Just come back and beg, take the three billion, and stop humiliating yourself. You are embarrassing me and my family by doing this type of work. Imagine them saying, Clinton's ex-wife now works as a cleaner, does it make sense? We may be divorced but you are still…” “Enough!” She cut him short. “I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I was only saying” Lydia did not allow him to finish his statement, she rolled her eyes and left him.

Catelyn's heart started racing once more just as it had settled down. 'Ugh! This is so incredibly embarrassing.' She then opened another bag to find a complete set of women's clothing, from underwear to outerwear. 'I guess he can be pretty attentive sometimes.' Catelyn changed into a new set of clothing and looked at the dirty men's robe she wore earlier. Without further hesitation, she filled up a pail of water and soaked the dirty laundry. She planned on washing it clean before returning it to Cedrick. … Cedrick stood outside and waited, all while wondering why Catelyn was taking so long.

PEARL "What? That's absolutely insane, impossible, and ridiculous. $200 for just to clean a jean jacket," I shrieked, almost dying from the price the laundry man gave me. "That's the regular price young lady, I'm afraid," My mouth was wide open as I stared at him in surprise, confusion, and curiosity about how Lucas Anderson was going to successfully bury me alive. I didn't wait for the last bell to ring before I left school to sort out the laundry. I could practically feel his eyes at my back every second throughout the school period and I swear, that every time I looked back, he either wasn't looking at me or he wasn't even in the vicinity at all.

I gingerly stood up. “That’s like regular Georgia clay right there. I hate that shit.” “Language,” was all she said. I didn’t want to mess up my clothes. I wasn’t staying at the Hilton where they had on-site laundry. Shit. I walked over to the creek and rinsed off my hands and feet, then skirted the mud as I walked back to Maggie. “You got another set of coveralls back there?” “This is the other set. And you can’t have them. Even though it is fucking hot.”

Elion said. Kieran turned from the coffee machine. His eyes narrowed. He looked from Elion to Cale, scanning them for clues. "A good night?" Kieran drawled. "Do tell. Did you guys finally break the 'No Touching' clause in your contract?" "We did laundry," Cale said flatly. "Laundry," Kieran scoffed. "Right. Is that what the kids are calling it these days? 'Spin cycle'?" "It was literal laundry, Kieran," Elion said, taking a bite of the apple. "Detergent. Fabric softener. Folding."