Klance Dirty Laundry Novels & Stories

I had expected it to be messy, clothes littered everywhere but it was way too clean. His bed was arranged to perfection, and the scent of something strong filled the air like alcohol mixed with… I sniffed again trying to figure it out… metallic? But I wasn’t sure. I walked to his desk and ran my hand across it—not a single speck of dust. Well, that was crazy, because damn, I never expected James Hawthorne to be this freaking clean. There was a folder open on the desk. I looked through it—it looked like blueprints, which was normal for real estate but what stood out was that the handwriting wasn’t in English.

Kathy quickly took out her phone and called Lukas. "Miss Kathy, what's wrong?" Lukas's voice sounded a bit nervous. "Did something happen to the CEO?" "Yes, something big happened." "What! Wait for me, I'll come to Dalein right away." "Don't, his clothes are dirty." Lukas withdrew his foot that had just stepped out of the door and silently sat back on the sofa. "Oh, his clothes are dirty, just throw them away." "What?" "Miss Kathy, you've been living with the CEO for so long, you should know that the CEO's clothes are disposable, right?"

"I have a plan, Lilah." Abby said to my amazement. "A dirty but good one." "Mind sharing with me?" I asked, knowing she would. "Sure. So, this dirty plan is... Five steps to get Mr Kimber in bed." My eyes bulged open as I glared at her, shocked. "Should I still continue?" I swallowed hard, my eyes not leaving hers. "You're kidding, aren't you?" "At first, I thought I was. But after I scanned the idea, I saw it was good to go, so I figured out I should share it with you. Like I asked, should I continue?"

Jake. A lump lodges in my throat. “Tell me about the Lisbon account,” Zeke says, his gaze locked on Claire like a predator testing a cornered animal. Claire’s jaw tightens. “I already told you—it was a ghost account. Vance funneled dirty cash through it, then buried the trail in shell companies. He used it to pay off contractors. To make problems disappear.” Zeke leans forward, the shadows making his expression crueler. “You gave me the account number, but you didn’t tell me who else had access. Who else can touch it?”

And Harper Lane was interested. Lane, the managing director of the rival investment firm Chimera Group, was a Brioni-clad snake. Lean and sleek and ferally intelligent, he had earned a living second-guessing Clarkson and besting him. He'd watched Clarkson for years, and he knew his tics. The infinitesimal hardening of the jaw in boredom. The almost imperceptible nod of awe. The icy, superior sheen that spread across his eyes when he'd decided a person wasn't worth his time.

ELENA I rubbed my hands over my face, ignoring the guilty twinges in my lower stomach. They popped up the second Chloe smacked Aiden on the head yesterday and explained everything. Extra media attention on Dirty J. was the worst thing that could happen. Even if the #AidenSexTape trend on Twitter told a different story—and wow, were these girls so obsessed they’d watch him have sex with some girl?

Or was he? "You think I'm lying?" He scoffed. "Check this." He took out his phone, pressed the home button several times, and showed me the screen. It was a blog page, and the first news headline read, “POPULAR BILLIONAIRE ROBERT CLARKE TALKS ABOUT HIS PERSONAL LIFE & BUSINESS.” "What has this got to do with that filthy whore, Renee?" I gagged as a wave of nausea surged up my throat the second I said the bitch's name.

Maybe some vulture, hoping to climb the social ladder, snapped the picture. This drama page is toxic as hell. I hate that it took my own scandal for me to be fed up with this shit. Our group chat comes alive. “Did you guys see that pic?” LeAnn asks. “Yeah, that shit was fucked!” Cas responds. “We need to take this bitch down,” I add. “?” Cas texts. “Whoever runs clarenton secrets,” I clarify. “I’m in,” Cas agrees. “Me too,” LeAnn chimes in. And so it begins.

… That evening, as Nyla stepped out of the elevator, she found Clark waiting at her doorstep. "You're back?" His voice was low, his expression icy. "I called you multiple times this morning, and you didn't answer. Now you're here, waiting at my door—why?" Nyla asked. "Why?" Clark took two steps closer, towering over her. "You really went all out to get that divorce, didn't you?" After hearing Jordyn's suspicions, Clark initially only suspected Nyla. However, when Michael called and confirmed that she was the mastermind behind the leak, Clark's desire to confront her intensified. She had not only ruined his career but also shattered his pride.

Kian said while cleaning his ear with his little finger. "He said Get a room! You're so gay, psh," I said and fix my uniform. I secretly glanced at the person who seemed to be planning to challenge us to a fight. "Oh that's Clyde. Your former admirer dude! HAHAHA~" Kian chuckled as he pointed at Clyde’s direction Clyde Lee is a geek. He is the only child of Dad's former business partners.