Dirty Laundry Klance Novels & Stories

Her face twisted. “Why?” she asked. “Work thing,” Kingsley grumbled, his mood gone. “Okay,” Nina said. She looked at him funny. “Heard about Walter Clark?” “Who?” “SoulTech’s COO,” she said. “No. What?” “He got fired.” “Why?” “Slept with someone under him. Over a year. Cleaning lady caught them in his office at night,” Nina explained. “It’s big news. You under a rock?”

I gulp and face the window. “why are we here!?” I ask. “I want to show you something.” “Show me something in a garbage dump.” Yes ladies and gentlemen, Dalon Andrew took me to a garbage dump. “Yes..” He says. “Now climb up that” pointing at the huge mountain of empty plastic bottles and cans. You’re kidding me right? First he brings me all the way to the garbage dump far from home and tells me to climb that! Knowing me I might fall and break my legs.

Jake. A lump lodges in my throat. “Tell me about the Lisbon account,” Zeke says, his gaze locked on Claire like a predator testing a cornered animal. Claire’s jaw tightens. “I already told you—it was a ghost account. Vance funneled dirty cash through it, then buried the trail in shell companies. He used it to pay off contractors. To make problems disappear.” Zeke leans forward, the shadows making his expression crueler. “You gave me the account number, but you didn’t tell me who else had access. Who else can touch it?”

I start. “No, Kacie. It’s okay. I’ve got this. Jake wants to know about my business because it includes you, or so he keeps telling himself. Let me be the one to air out my laundry,” Clara said as she looked at me with false earnest. “Kacie and I were chatting. We had some girl chat about how sad I’ve been. I’ve been so low even my sisters are getting tired of how much of a downer I’ve been. So I came up with an idea, or a plan if you will. Kacie knew where I was coming from and agreed to help me in my endeavor.” “Why don’t you just cut the bull shit and tell me what she was helping you with,” Jake said. “Fine. Asshole,” Clara whispered. “Kacie was helping me get some dick.”

She laughs throwing her head back and nodding while she drains his shirt, twisting it with her hands. "You know what? Fucking Screw this shit!....he wants clean laundry? he'll have clean laundry!" I get up, grabbing all the clothes we had already finished, and ball everything up together in a big mountain pile. I grab the bottle of bleach and pour the whole liquid on top of his clothes. Mind I say most of his clothes are either business suits, or dark-colored, but mainly, business attire. I drain every ounce of that bottle and let it sit for a few minutes, before I rinse, and hang it to dry. Now, to wait for his reaction!

Miranda whispered. "Oh." "Cliff, Doug, you remember Andrea?" Miranda stepped back and gestured toward a dark haired, beady-eyed man. He wore jeans and a Dark Matter Games shirt, much like Andrea's tank top. And why wouldn't he? Cliff Barnes owned the company and Grunge. His VP, Doug Mahoney, wasn't far behind him. While Cliff fit right in, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, Doug wore business casual and tended to talk more to breasts than eyes.

She was confused. "You'll leave the clothes, shoes, phones and Everything my money has bought. You can have that towel around your ass. That's just about all I can afford to give a whore like you." Crystal, being the good sidekick that she was, cocked her gun and aimed at Mia who was still glued to the toilet pan, "You heard the Boss, Bitch." Mia summoned every ounce of strength and stemmed up on trembling feet. Tears continued to flow from her eyes as took the walk of shame out of the apartment.

“Plus, I know the children want to go over to see the clowns.” “Yeah, and you are insanely afraid of them,” Tee giggled. “OK, I guess I can spare Mr. Grumpy an hour of my time while you and the kids check out the clown.” Katherine finally made a decision. “That’s my girl. And maybe you can get your drains unclogged,” Taryn smirked. “You’re such a little slut,” Katherine smacked her arm. “Yes I am. Now take a page out of my book and go have fun with that man.”

"Monica was barely laid to rest yet, and you showed up dressed like that to see her. You stood in front of her grave and said, 'For everyone's reputation, let's just pretend nothing ever happened.' Sandra, you make me sick." For a split second, the live chat froze. Then it completely exploded. [What the hell? She cheated with the guy?] [This is too much. My brain just overheated. A wife who's a judge with a school bully boy toy? This is insane!]

"Come on, man. You really going to keep ignoring me?" I tried desperately to ignore him but I just couldn't, so I tossed the rag I was holding and turned to him. "I had somewhere I was supposed to be, Noah. All you had to do was stay put but no, you had to do something stupid, as usual, and here I am, cleaning up your mess, as usual." I snarled. I was really tired of his bullshit. He rolled his eyes. "This is about that nerd? You really tripping because of a fucking nerd, bro?"