Klance Dirty Laundry Novels & Stories

The scent of lilies had been replaced by the smell of ozone, expensive espresso, and the chillingly neutral aroma of industrial cleaning fluid.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

CHAPTER 2: BENT OVER THE BOSS’ DESK ELODIE’S POV “I’m your c-cum dumpster, sir,” I sob, the words humiliating and true. “Louder.” “I’M YOUR CUM DUMPSTER!” I scream. The filthiness of the words, the degradation, sends a fresh, hot flood of arousal soaking my bare thighs.

The headline was huge, bold, and merciless. “MOORE EMPIRE SCANDAL DEEPENS: FIANCÉE MADISON BAKER HUMILIATED BY PREGNANT MISTRESS – ‘SHE’S A DIRTY LITTLE SECRETARY WHO PLANNED THIS FROM DAY ONE,’ AN INSIDER REVEALS.” “Oh my God,” Lauren whispered. Her hand flew to her mouth, her fingers trembling against her lips. Her vision blurred with hot, stinging tears, but she couldn't stop. She was like a crash victim who couldn't look away from the wreckage.

She did, perching on the stool across from me with her hands folded in her lap. “I got a call from Marcus,” I said. “There’s a situation with my company. A serious one.” “What kind of situation?” I took a deep breath and told her everything. About Alexander Dante. About the half-brother I’d never wanted, never asked for, but who’d been a shadow hanging over my entire life. About my father’s affair with his mother—a woman named Catherine who’d believed every lie he told her, every promise he made about leaving my mother and building a life with her.

Meanwhile— At the press conference, Richard watched the online trends unfold exactly as he had hoped and felt extremely satisfied. Today, he intended to publicly sever all ties with Dakota Lancaster. Otherwise, her scandals would undoubtedly drag down Lancaster Group as well. Richard adjusted the microphone dramatically. “Ahem.” “Thank you all for coming today.” “As for the recent online scandals involving Dakota Lancaster…” “I, Richard Lancaster, feel deeply ashamed.” “The Lancaster Family has always upheld honor and integrity. We absolutely cannot tolerate the existence of someone like her.”

"So that is what you wanted to tell me?" "Yes..No, I mean yes he fucked me, we had sex but that isn't what I wanted to tell you, you see that day in the club was different, I overheard most of their conversation and they seemed to be celebrating Hardin who had been able to get his father to approve his plans to start up a company," the lady explained flashing back to the moment when she first met Keir for the first time. ~ FLASH BACK ~ ~ CLUB ~ ~ V.I.P SECTION ~

The terms were on her desk by seven, in type, squared to the edge. Elena read them standing up, then sitting down, then out loud to Luca, who ate the corner of page three and improved it. They were not what she had braced for. She had braced for a gift dressed as a cage: capital upfront, conditions forever, a wife's company in a husband's fist. What lay on the desk instead was a founder's deal, and it took her a full second pass to be sure, because kindness in that house arrived pre-installed and she had learned to check the plumbing.

she said insincerely. "Good. I know you may have doubts about my client's story. But you don't need to worry. We have done our homework. In the conference room, the revelation hung heavy in the air. "Kane Lawrence, better known as KLC for his fashion empire, was Vannessa De-royal's late husband," she disclosed. "Vannessa De-royal?" Philip interjected, his curiosity piqued. "Have you crossed paths with her?" Diana leaned in, eager for more information. "Do you have a personal connection with her?"

This time, she sat. The leather was expensive. Everything in this room probably costs more than her monthly salary. Adrian took his seat across from her and slid a thick folder across the desk. “What’s that?” she asked. “Your lifeline.” She opened it cautiously. Legal language greeted her. Dense. Precise. Intimidating. “NDA?” she asked. “Yes.” “Plural?” “Yes.” She flipped pages, eyes widening. “Non-disclosure, non-disparagement, media conduct—are you serious?”

that's a red flag - he might like kids. LonelyGirl: 😂😂😂 you are bad. LimberJack: very. now back to the original question princess. LonelyGirl: I reread our chat...often. LimberJack: and... LonelyGirl: I had to throw away my panties. LimberJack: why? 😉 LonelyGirl: you're evil. it turned me on so much that I soaked them. 💦 💦 💦 LimberJack: now there's my naughty girl. that's so hot. so you worked camando. 🥵