Dirty Laundry Klance 소설 & 이야기

The scent of lilies had been replaced by the smell of ozone, expensive espresso, and the chillingly neutral aroma of industrial cleaning fluid. ​Elena stood in the center of the mahogany-paneled boardroom, her body still aching from the plunge through the drainage tunnels. She was dressed in a suit that felt like an armor ,a charcoal-gray power ensemble Claire had once picked out for her. Beside her, Lucas looked like a ghost in a designer blazer. His face was a mask of cold iron, his eyes focused on the screen at the head of the table. ​They weren't alone. Sitting around the massive table were twelve men and women the board of the Vance Foundation. These were the true masters of the Glass H

Then, he looked at me and said politely, “Tiana Lowes, after all these years, you still haven’t lost your passion for buying scratch-offs.” I said coldly, “Now that the boss is here, let’s pull up the security footage.” Felix put on a friendly smile. “There’s no need. I’ve known Tiana for years. I trust your word. “Chloe definitely handed the scratch-off ticket to you. No questions about it.” I felt so much better after he said that. “Then, hurry and make her give me back my ticket. And fire this greedy shop attendant. Do that, and I’ll forget the whole thing ever happened.”

Clayton walked over with his sleeves rolled up, revealing his well-defined forearms. “What are you looking at?” Nicole pursed her lips and looked in the direction of the balcony. “You did laundry?” Clayton nodded his head. Nicole was puzzled. “But I don’t think I have a washing machine here…” Grant knew her best, so he never prepared these household appliances for her. Her clothes would be laundered by a cleaner who came over regularly.

One of her clones, tall, blonde, lipgloss and spite chirped, “And the losers have to accept.” Wesley grinned like a man who smelled blood. “Love it. If you girls lose, I’m one hundred percent making you eat dog food.” Noah leaned in. “Nah, they should both chug a forty.” “Ew, no!” Another girl gasped. Coach raised a hand to settle the noise. “We’ll let Grace decide.” Suddenly, all eyes were on me. Molly slid up beside me with a catlike grin, her breath hot with challenge. “Joke’s on you. We’re going to win. And when we do, these boys are taking off their clothes and skinny-dipping with us while you clean our dirty clothes with your tongue.”

He quickly did his business and was wiping his hands on a towel when the colour red caught his attention. Her laundry basket was full. He knew she’d be going to the laundrette tomorrow to do her washing. Lying on the top for him to see was a lacy bra and panties set. Clark checked the size and quickly typed the size into his phone. Touching the fabric, he felt like a creep and quickly placed them back inside the basket. Her body had been rubbing all over the underwear.

KEIRA’s POV I stood frozen, staring at the television in Clint's living room. A news reporter was on, and next to her was a picture of Clint in a professional suit, smiling. "Clint Homer, age 34, a therapist, was seen with a college student being intimate," the reporter said, her voice ringing through the room. I could feel my heart pounding as I saw a picture of us appear on the screen. "The woman beside him is a 22-year-old college student, the daughter of Kane Temple, the CEO of multimillionaire company Temple and Temple Enterprise."

The memory of his derogatory comment about Jake and me remained vivid, and I dreaded encountering him again. Clayton was the Alpha Jake owed six million due to a gambling debt incurred at one of Clayton's establishments. The intricacies of the situation added a layer of complexity. Clayton professed not to require the money, instead seeking an unconventional form of repayment. He asserted that Jake had agreed to this arrangement, though I recognised that this part was an outright lie.

She rolled her eyes, offering Makayla the tote. “I just wanted to return the clothes he loaned me.” She explained. “And now that I’ve done that, I can leave and not have even to spend a second thinking of him.” “If that’s what you want. I mean, I won’t stop you or blame you. Clay is a man-whore. He’ll admit it to your face with pride.” Makayla scoffed as she took the tote.

Better yet deadly. “Try me,dipshit. My woman ask you to leave.” “And who do you think you are? I am Matthew Sterling. My family owns New York, pal. By the time I am done here, you’ll be begging for scraps by the streets.” Clarke responded with a dark laughter. “Asshole, you want to talk about power? My name is Clarke Vann Walton. I owned this fucking country and Sterling is nothing against us. I think I do recall who you are? Didnt your dad begged my brother for some campaign money this year? I wonder... if he knows you are harassing Daniel’s future sister in law, I'm dying to know who between us will be staying in the street after this?”

“And she’s already signed the waiver.” ”How long has she been there?” was Hero’s curt reply, taking off his leather jacket and handing it to the large, eager man who can pass for Drax the Destroyer, complete with complexion issues. Nick hangs the jacket in a nearby hidden closet, ”Around an hour or so. Why?” ”I just don’t want to deal with any kind of bullshit right now.” “Nah, this one looks tame. But she’s pretty.” Fuck, that’s just great! It’s the tame pretty ones that I really hate dealing with, to be honest. But at least, this means it will be a fast session. Good thing too cause there’s someone waiting for me after this “interview”…