Dirty Laundry Klance Novels & Stories

that's a red flag - he might like kids. LonelyGirl: 😂😂😂 you are bad. LimberJack: very. now back to the original question princess. LonelyGirl: I reread our chat...often. LimberJack: and... LonelyGirl: I had to throw away my panties. LimberJack: why? 😉 LonelyGirl: you're evil. it turned me on so much that I soaked them. 💦 💦 💦 LimberJack: now there's my naughty girl. that's so hot. so you worked camando. 🥵

… That evening, as Nyla stepped out of the elevator, she found Clark waiting at her doorstep. "You're back?" His voice was low, his expression icy. "I called you multiple times this morning, and you didn't answer. Now you're here, waiting at my door—why?" Nyla asked. "Why?" Clark took two steps closer, towering over her. "You really went all out to get that divorce, didn't you?" After hearing Jordyn's suspicions, Clark initially only suspected Nyla. However, when Michael called and confirmed that she was the mastermind behind the leak, Clark's desire to confront her intensified. She had not only ruined his career but also shattered his pride.

To be honest I never regretted that night I gave myself to him. But I live it that way. I don't know him personally but numerous times I can see his face in the business magazine or the news. At the age of 30, he is one of the richest bachelors in America. His family owns a lot of businesses and he’s also well-known and respected in the business world. Clyde Harlington. I murmured his name in the air. My strand of thought was cut off when I heard my phone ringing. I opened my bag and answered the call.

Mrs Brown asked instead. " I love Mr Kent's Personality but do I want him for our daughter? " Mr Brown asked rhetorically and Mrs Brown raised her brows raised her brows confusedly. ** Kent's Enterprise ** " Layla isn't at work today sire " Claus reported to Shane and he nodded in approval. " Yeah, she talked to me last night about having a headache. We should go check up on her after closing at work today " He said without raising his head up and Claus nodded accompanied with a light bow.

… That evening, as Nyla stepped out of the elevator, she found Clark waiting at her doorstep. "You're back?" His voice was low, his expression icy. "I called you multiple times this morning, and you didn't answer. Now you're here, waiting at my door—why?" Nyla asked. "Why?" Clark took two steps closer, towering over her. "You really went all out to get that divorce, didn't you?" After hearing Jordyn's suspicions, Clark initially only suspected Nyla. However, when Michael called and confirmed that she was the mastermind behind the leak, Clark's desire to confront her intensified. She had not only ruined his career but also shattered his pride.

“What do you want?” “Cooperation.” She leaned forward. “Marcus Hale is in custody. His operation is crumbling. But there are higher players—alumni donors, board members who’ve been laundering money through the club for years. I need names. Proof. The flash drive Elliott took from you? It’s incomplete. I want the rest.” “How do you know about the drive?” She smiled thinly. “Lila told me. And I have my sources.” Lila flinched. Thornton continued. “You’ll retrieve the complete files from Jax Rivera. He has them. You’ll deliver them to me. In return, I delete every copy of this video. Your records stay clean. Elliott keeps his tenure—quietly. And you graduate.”

Clarence leaned towards me with a frown. “Then why don't you tell her? Why do you lie Trent? Any reasonable lady should want to see you for who you are, not for who they want you to be. And if she's not cool with the real Trent Clinton Thames, the one who is the CEO of the Clinton cooperation and who doesn't give two fucks about his mother that abandoned him and asshole sister, then maybe she's not worth it at all,” Clarence said, doing a stellar job in shoving the truth in my face and making me doubt why I decided to butt into her life like an ordinary man in the first place. “Stop talking, you're actually starting to make sense,” I closed my eyes, not sure which of the prospects should hor

Kathy quickly took out her phone and called Lukas. "Miss Kathy, what's wrong?" Lukas's voice sounded a bit nervous. "Did something happen to the CEO?" "Yes, something big happened." "What! Wait for me, I'll come to Dalein right away." "Don't, his clothes are dirty." Lukas withdrew his foot that had just stepped out of the door and silently sat back on the sofa. "Oh, his clothes are dirty, just throw them away." "What?" "Miss Kathy, you've been living with the CEO for so long, you should know that the CEO's clothes are disposable, right?"

Darcy said emotionlessly, “Lil Dee, we are not business partners to be exact. You’ve terminated the contract already.” “I…” Lil Dee was speechless. He really wanted to walk but knowing how influential Professor Whiteman was, he calmed himself down and swallowed his grievance. Thump! Lil Dee dropped to his knees before Kaze. He clenched his teeth tightly and closed his eyes. “Kaze, I’m sorry!” It was not his first time kneeling anyway. When he went live on his channel, he knelt to beg for donations from the viewers as well. “Go down and clarify things with the reporters.”

Selene said with a pleasant smile as she gestured her hands towards me. “Actually, Randy. Do you mind cleaning Kyle's shoes?” Clara asked like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You want me to clean his shoes?” I asked, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Yoi should be grateful to even touch the shoes of a man like Kyle,” Selene shouted, as if she was surprised that I would dare refuse. “There's no way I'm doing that,” I replied, my voice matching Selenes's. “Randy, what the heck is wrong with you?” Clara asked, “You're being incredibly rude today.”