Klance Dirty Laundry Novels & Stories

Natalie clutched the stool tight with both her hands to gain some strength before she could stand up. Theo pulled out. He got some tissues from the table and cleaned himself. Natalie stood up, knowing well how she must be looking like, because she could feel his hot seed dripping down her thigh. Maybe the newspaper was right, she was a dirty, dirty girl, but not a secret anymore, and he was forbidden anymore.

Completely fucking pathetic. I retch again, gripping the bowl tighter, my breath shaking. You know what I find funny about this whole situation? I regret it as much as I don't. Eighty freaking thousand dollars sit sweetly in my bank account, and all I can fucking think about is the man behind the camera. That sicko, Kitten Tamer. Who the fuck is he even? Why me? I know they're several other cam girls on girlgonewild but he chooses to make me his personal slut?

Chance I was like a robot all through Tuesday. From the moment Raid picked me up till my last class, there was only one thing on my mind. Revenge. In bold letters. Even Selene knew not to talk to me. That's how invested I was. It's like Kimmie from Beauty in Black when she went crazy because her sister was taken. Mine was worse. I rarely get like this, but Mason and Avery needed to pay. Yes, you heard right, Avery is in my crosshairs now. That B word splashed me with water on my way back from work yesterday while she and her bad and boujee friends cackled like drugged hyenas. As if Mason messing with me wasn't enough.

She relaxed, letting sleep take over. . . (A few days later.) Serena took a sip from her tea, her gaze at the garden in front of them but she wasn't looking at the flowers. She was having tea with Mother Wilson and instead of her to feel relaxed, she's been more tense than usual. It's been days since she left Gerald's manson and it's been itching her to go back. She misses him so much. Unfortunately, Mother Wilson wasn't ready on releasing her yet. There's also the issues of the rumors, although Mother Wilson had very doing her best to stamp it out, she knows it wouldn't fade away to easily. It sucks so much. Her not being a noble makes everything worse as she's being labeled as a slut.

The man stepped forward taking off his glasses, his eyes wide. "Hold on... Lucian! Is the famous Alexander Sterling banging a lady in an abandoned warehouse?" "Seems like it, boss," one of his goons answered. They all burst into laughter. This was fucking embarrassing. My cheeks were burning as I quickly adjusted my clothes, trying to cover my skin. I quickly straightened my dress and slid off the counter. Alex didn't say a word. He stood there with his fists clenched, his jaw tight. He knew exactly who they were.

Liana continued innocently, “but people should know the truth. Noelle isn’t as innocent as she pretends to be. Running back to her ex after sleeping with the CEO. It says a lot about her character.” Clara hesitated, then giggled nervously. “I’ll… mention it to a few people. Discreetly.” “That’s all I ask,” Liana purred. “Thank you, sweetheart.” She ended the call and leaned back against the pillows, eyes sparkling with malicious delight. By tomorrow morning, the entire office would be buzzing. Noelle Carter, the good girl, running into her ex’s arms. Roman would hear about it. And the crack in their relationship would widen into a chasm.

"Who else?" He drops to his knees. The CEO of a company worth nine figures – on his knees on his office floor between my stockinged thighs. He hooks one finger through the crotch of my thong and pulls it aside and I watch his face when he sees how wet I am – soaked, glistening, my pussy swollen and slick and aching. "Fuck," he breathes. Like he's seeing something sacred. "You're drenched." "Two years of wet underwear at my desk. Your fault."

CHAPTER 29 - Elira’s Dark Secrets Ronan’s POV The dossier on Elira burned cold in my mind. Not just financial records, not just shell companies and dark-market connections. This was the intimate, unvarnished truth. The receipts for the private clinic in Geneva where she'd discreetly ended the pregnancy of a rival CEO's son. The encrypted chat logs with the judge she'd blackmailed into dismissing her DUI. The photos of the warehouse fire that had conveniently cleared a property she needed—along with the two night watchmen who'd never made it out.

“Let’s have some wine to celebrate the good news.” I hesitate for a second, because I already know that clashes with something else. “I can’t.” “Why?” “I’ve got something.” “Something?” “A party.” She gives me a look. “You? At a party?” “Don’t start.” She laughs a little. “Whose party?” I hesitate just a second before saying it. “The team that kicked our ass.” She makes an immediate face, scrunching her nose. “Ugh, Lucas… that sounds awful.” I shrug.

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