Dirty Laundry Klance Novels & Stories

I didn’t know whether to laugh or feel ashamed. The comments flooded in again. [Why’s this spendthrift suddenly doing a clearance sale?] [What else? He probably knows her cash flow’s broken and is planning to run with the money.] [Elyse was born into wealth, and now this idiot’s raised her to be this narrow-minded?] [Don’t worry, once the real male lead shows up, their good days are coming.] Damn these comments. Nothing but garbage. I crouched down, meeting Elyse’s clear, worried gaze, and gently ruffled her hair. "I'm not throwing them away. And I’m not buying new ones either.

Leo reported to him while shaking JB's can of coke aggressively, thinking about pranking JB once he comes in. Klyde's clad in a clean white robe, tied on his waist and wearing nothing underneath it. It's the way he clothe himself ever since the he undergone surgery, filling the scars of burns Collin left him. He holds his phone, tapping on it as he gives orders to his men managing his illegal business that's growing and growing as the days pass. He has his men that he doesn't trust enough to manage his business. Though even how much he never trust them, he knows that they make anything that would upset him because if they did, death comes knocking on their door to claim their soul.

This would be a long day today. It is Saturday and they don't have classes. This is the day of the week when she will be drowned with house chores. Klarisse somehow is obsessed with cleanliness, she doesn't want to see any dust in all places. But given the condition of their house, her efforts of cleaning is futile. Dust seems to settle immediately even after wiping them off. And so, at the end she'll still receive those crispy mouthful of tirade from Klarisse. She wants everything squeky cleaned but leaving all the work to her. How charming, was her resigned thought.

As I spoke, I instinctively raised my hand and touched my face. "Ah, no, it's Mr. Parker's clothes that got a little dirty. Well, Mr. Cliff just brought back Mr. Parker's clothes and said there was a dirty one inside. He told me, if I couldn't wash it off, I could just throw it away. The shirt is expensive and it was a pity to throw it away. It got a little dirty. I'm thinking about taking it to the dry cleaning shop tomorrow." Jenna flipped out the front of the shirt and showed it to me.

She leaned down and kissed my forehead, then finally turned and left, the door clicking shut softly behind her. Her footsteps faded down the hallway toward the stairs. The closet door flew open almost instantly. Julian stepped out first, eyes blazing with raw, adrenaline-fueled lust. “That was way too fucking close, princess.” He ripped the sheet off my body in one swift motion, exposing my cum-covered skin to the cool air. “Look at you… still leaking everywhere. Such a dirty little secret.” Oliver emerged right behind him, cock rock hard again and already leaking. “Hearing you lie straight to her face while our loads are dripping out of your tight pussy… I’m throbbing, Leena.”

Maisie saw through her facade but remained calm. She curled her lips and asked, "Why would I get it wrong?" Luna tugged at the corners of her lips. "As long as there's no misunderstanding." Luna paused before continuing, "I made a mistake by dirtying Mr. Clarke's clothes. Let me clean them. It's my fault." She cried as she spoke, appearing delicate and pitiful. But Maisie simply looked at her indifferently. "His clothes can only be dry-cleaned. However, dry cleaning may not be effective with such a large stain …"

Not that Tianya and Kylynn would have taken them with them, but I am sure that Alek and Brent would have voiced their opinion on the matter. I let out a sigh and started cleaning up. I was hoping that Gio and I could walk around a little today, but apparently, mother nature is in a bad mood. Gio is doing some work on his laptop, so I tell him that I will be in the room going through those boxes again. He nods his head and tells me to let him know if I need help. I smile and say I will, and walk into the room. Kaden and the guys brought up a few boxes from storage last night. Lance’s yearbook disappeared, so Kaden is trying to find his. He is also looking for a few of his mother's phot

Hannah exclaimed, her words gave him a new raise of hope, he smiled at her. "You know what? You are right, I can do this on my own, we can do this, and I don't need this company anymore." Clark said and took his phone, typed a message, and sent to Mr Kween. "All done." Clark exclaimed. * Mr Kween was sipping a coffee at his study room when a message beeped, he checked it and the cup he was holding crashed on the floor breaking into pieces, he jank up from the chair as sweat gathered all over him.

I've been neglecting any activities because I'm trying to avoid a specific person I wake up every morning to see. While Leo and the others were out having fun, I did some laundry since I didn't bring many clothes to stay for two weeks. Thea said this house has a laundry room, so I only got the clothes needed on this trip. With an arm full of dirty clothes, Leo and I headed to the laundry room. The pile covers my way down the hall when something hard pushes me back, making me and the clothes fall to the floor. "Sorry, oh, Claire. You okay?"

Under everyone's anticipation, I passed a USB to the court clerk, who then played a refined version of the audio file from the miniature body camera for everyone to hear. Jack's face flickered with a barely noticeable panic. The next second, crystal-clear, amplified audio filled the solemn hearing room. First came Dakota's high-pitched, whiny complaints. "This box is huge and hard. It takes up too much space!" The sound of her throwing the medical box off the cliff was quickly followed by her gloating voice. "See? Problem solved… My cosmetics are way more valuable than that stupid box."