Klance Dirty Laundry Novels & Stories

he said, grabbing his keys. “But we haven’t talked about where I was-” The front door shut before I could finish my sentence. I let out a laugh, taking my seat. I opened up my phone and the headlines was buzzing with interesting news. ‘K&T SCANDAL:ANONYMOUS SEX TAPE OF PERSONAL ASSISTANT SPARKS ONLINE OUTRAGE!’. At top three hot searches. ‘LEAKED VIDEO OF PERSONAL ASSISTANT, KATHERINE JONES WITH UNKNOWN MAN IN CEO’S OFFICE’. At top two.

Lynn remarked, as she stretched out on the lounge chair for some sun. "I'm working it out. I think I should be out of the doghouse pretty soon." Heather said, drying herself off before laying out. "That would be pretty amazing. How's that possible?" Lynn asked, curiosity getting the better of her. "The old fart has a thing for spanking schoolgirls. You should see the stuff he looks at on his computer." That got Lynn's full attention. "You're shitting me!" "Not a bit. What's with these dirty old men? Can you believe it? Both our fathers. Is it some kind of suburbia epidemic?" Heather laughed.

I stood up on legs that barely felt like mine, knees soft, blood humming. Every inch of my body pulsed with memory, with desire, with that reckless craving that had never really gone quiet since the retreat. Slowly, deliberately, I peeled off my scrubs. Not all at once. I let them slide down my hips with a kind of teasing ease, like my skin was aching to be bared. Underneath, I wore the set I had no business wearing to work. Blood red. Lacy. Practically a sin.

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.”

The headlines flashed dangerously before me: “Billionaire Big-shot busted in bathroom bonanza with another dude;” “Toilet tryst torches tycoon’s rep: caught pants-down with a guy;” “Filthy rich and filthy habits: billionaire’s bathroom boy-toy bust;” The morbid names kept coming, each worse than the order that held me bound to where I was as I watched him leave the bathroom. As soon as his presence left I felt some sort of motion in my bones. I moved slowly, pushing the door.

“WHISTLEBLOWER REVEALS BILLIONAIRE ROWAN ZANE AND FORMER FIANCEÉ, ZARA STANTON TIED TO ASSAULT COVER-UP. UNMASKING THE TRUTH? ANONYMOUS SOURCE LEAKS SHOCKING DETAILS AGAINST ZANE CORPORATION. A small smile pulled at my lips as I scrolled through the comments. The world was finally waking up to see them for what they were. Most of the comments were defending Rowan and Zara while some asked for evidence. They needed evidence? I would give them evidence. For the first time in years, I felt completely free. Revenge served cold was a drug anyone could stay high on for hours. Nylah and Lark ran in, still in their pajamas. “Mommy, mommy! We want pancakes!” “I will make you pancakes then,” I laughed

Naomi is taking a bath while I'm in the small attached kitchen in this suite with my laptop on the kitchen counter and a mug of coffee. " Lance, don't sugarcoat anything. He needs to know whatever he's gotten himself in, needs to stop." Lila says. " What's this?" I repeat my question. " I think what Lila is saying is that there's an article about you and Naomi Alderson. It's a scandal, Killian. People are saying she's giving you sex for a position here at KB TECH." " What?!"

YOU’LL WANT TO SEE. I sit up immediately. Not panic — just recalibration. Cassian Hale has made his move. I open the article. Thin. Sloppy. Dangerous. Whispers of “money laundering” and “Swiss accounts” attached to my company’s name like barnacles. No proof. Just smoke. Exactly his style. I toss the phone onto the sheets beside me and exhale. “He really doesn’t know when to quit.” A sleepy voice stirs beside me. Liana.

SASHA’S POV My apartment smelled like stale coffee and regret. The television was off. My laptop was open on the kitchen table, the screen glowing with the same news story I’d been reading for an hour. Clara Finch Returns, Alleges Corporate Theft. New Evidence in Finch CEO’s Scandal. Source: CEO Fathered Secret Child With Heir. The articles were everywhere. They named Daniel. They named Liam. They even named me, calling me an “old flame” used as “part of a scheme.” I wasn’t a person. I was a tactic. A bullet Daniel had fired at his own brother.

“Since you’re so curious—Andrea and Jake have me in a chokehold. They came to my office with a document full of evidence. I don’t know how the hell they found out, but they know I’ve been laundering money. And that file—they’ve got everything. It’s my downfall.” She froze. Her mouth fell open. “Wait… you’re into money laundering?”Her voice was barely audible. She looked stunned. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. I was so angry, I forgot Claire didn’t know about that part of my life. “Well, now you know. And if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I swear—you won’t live to tell the tale.”