Dirty Laundry Klance Novels & Stories

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

They would seize the duffel bag, the journalists outside would find out, and whatever ugly secret Elena had buried about my father would be splashed across the front page before the grand jury could even meet. I couldn't let them do that to my dad's memory. Not until I knew what the lie was. "It's nothing," I lied softly, my voice sounding flat and empty as I slipped the phone back into the pocket of my black hoodie. "Just an automated alert from the financial aid office. They processed the suspension for my housing account." Vance didn't look completely convinced, but he didn't press the matter. He stood up from his chair, sliding the manila folder with the court seal back into his coat poc

"It was viagra. So, relax. Even if you had ingested it, at worst, you'd only get a boner," Zia said to Clint, showing the packaging that was retrieved from Claire's bag. "Zia, I feel like I need to wash myself for a month," Clint remarked. A laugh escaped Zia's lips. She responded, "She doesn't have Ebola! She only has a dirty cunt!" "Are you serious right now? Didn't we just establish that she wanted to have sex with me? That was disgusting!" Clint exclaimed before making a face.

When I woke the next morning, liquid was still dribbling out of my cunt. Even after I showered, I felt it slowly draining into my panties all morning. I didn't really mind, but I did end up changing them around lunchtime. Things were surprisingly easygoing that day. It was Sunday, so we both had one more day off from work. I spent a good portion of the day cleaning my dad's house. He was a guy, so he didn't seem to notice how dingy things had gotten. But he thanked me profusely when I was done. Then he made me dinner.

Edward wasn't that lucky and the dirty water ended up messing with all his clothes . " I am sorry ! But you should have seen the road too young man . " said the driver of the taxi . Claire stared at Edward and was hardly holding herself back . " .......Don't you dare..... " said Edward but Claire couldn't keep it inside her anymore . " Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha !!!!!......Oh , my.........Karma really exists , he he he he ! " laughed Claire with all her heart . " You.......Heh.......You know the clothes I am wearing now are really expensive , right ?.......Since you were the one who dirtied , you should buy me a new expensive one . Right now ! " said Edward with an annoyed expression .

“You come here everyday to clean up his mess?. I asked in disbelief, as I scanned the room, now noticing it was a bit clean except for the bottles laying around. How did he finish these in under a day? “He knows I’m not doing this for free”. She said, as she began picking up the bottles laying around. “I told you not to bother”. Hank said, and I gawked at both of them. “If you helped me during my lowest, this is the least I can do for you”. She muttered, throwing the bottles in the trash which was already filled. I stared at Hank and noticed his demeanor was better than when I came in, which was a good start. No matter how painful Clay’s loss was to him, it wouldn’t surpass the pain, which h

Eaden took a step forward, stared at Clayton ferociously, and said icily, "Mr. Lindberg, since we've never had any conflicts before this, I'll give you a piece of advice. You'd better stay out of this. Otherwise, you might lose your position as the head of the medical association." Everyone present could not keep still. They were all stunned by Eaden's bold remark. Clayton's expression darkened as he looked at Eaden and sneered. "Hmph! Looks like you're bent on going against my association. Eaden, have you forgotten that you've built your business from scratch and have a lot of dirty laundry? If you piss me off, I can make you lose your position right now." Eaden felt a chill down his spine.

Silent tears fell down her cheeks but she wiped them away. Maybe she was just being paranoid. Maybe it was seeing Roman in his environment, his real life, that had shaken her like this. She just needed to read that contact and figure it all out. After a shower. She felt sticky and disgusting, she had to at least shower and put some knickers on. In the back of her mind, she knew that was just a delaying tactic, but she didn’t care. She needed a moment. Once she slipped the dress off, she threw it in the laundry basket. Then something made her dig it out and throw it in the trash. It would always remind her of how Roman had made her feel when he’d got out of the car with his date.

That felt degrading for her—even if the pay was good. I pulled out my phone, looking at the text that made me leave her all alone that morning. Every scandal that had to do with me and Freya was taken down from so many sites. I knew this was supposed to feel like good news, but I wasn’t happy about it, because I knew who was responsible. My chest tightened instead of loosening. I knew exactly whose hands had moved those strings. I knew the triad had influence, but this surprised even me. Nothing goes for nothing, and even this had a price—and I knew I would be paying it sooner rather than later.

“I know I’m probably not your type but I don’t like owing anyone. I can’t repay you in money–” “I never said I wanted repayment. Is this how you repay everyone?” He knew it wasn’t the truth, but he was still pissed off. She worked in a fucking strip club, she let men touch her for money, and he absolutely fucking hated it. Klara bristled, and took a step backward. “Fuck you, Jake.” “It’s not a wild assumption to make, Klara. You work in a fucking strip club, and then you just walk in here and try to suck my dick for groceries?”