Klance Dirty Laundry Novels & Stories

Everyone was seated in the living room. "A scandal is the least thing we need right now. Now this happens! Steve spat. "That darn Lauren girl. I knew for a fact that Lance picked that thing up from the slum! She's so unsophisticated. She's an embarrassment to the Clawson name" Greg fired. "For once I'll have to agree with you on this one Greg. We can't let that wrench push us deeper into the pit Ronald dug for us" Fred said and Ronald bit his lips in annoyance.

I look anyway. The headline punches straight through me. Trillion-Dollar Conglomerate on Brink of Collapse.My eyes skim. Words blur. Fraud. Laundering. Shell accounts. My father’s name. phoebe’s family. Dates. Proof. A countdown ticker at the bottom of the screen, bold and merciless. I feel hollow. This is it. This is the part Dominic knew was coming. Timone watches my face fall apart in real time. “They call it dirty laundry,” he says softly. “Everything’s about to air. Tonight.”

Asshole winked. Leaked slow. Nina collapsed on the bed. Panting. Smiled. Fulfilled. Mike and Jake dressed. Kissed her goodbye. Left the room. Door clicked shut. I waited. Minutes passed. She called soft. "Tom? Come out." I stepped from the closet. Pants around ankles. Cock still hard. She saw. Laughed light. "You watched it all?" I nodded. Embarrassed. Aroused. She spread her legs. Showed the mess. Cum oozing out. "Your turn to clean up. But first... jerk for me."

I lie in my old bed, staring at the ceiling, tears running quiet into my hair. The next day the picture goes public. I’m at the diner, wiping tables between the lunch rush, when Jess runs up, phone in hand. “Lila… is this you?” She shows me the screen. It’s one of the photos—the elevator one. Posted on some gossip site. The headline screams: KINGSTON’S NEW TOY: Billionaire Caught With Mystery Cleaner Girl Below it, hundreds of comments already: She’s just after his money. Look at her—desperate.

He was a fantasy that ended the moment I walked in there and saw him behind that desk, bearing the name Lucien Whitmore. He was off limits. I was here to work and prove myself, not swoon over my very hot-as-sin boss. As we rounded the corner, Marla's steps slowed at the sight of the man and woman walking towards us. The two were clad in suits, with serious expressions that only seemed to wither from the man’s face when he saw us. The woman on the other hand, now wore a scowl on her face. “Clayton, it’s good I met you here,” Marla exclaimed, gesturing to me. “I want you to meet someone.”

They’re weak and feel like jelly. He fishes out some paper towels and cleans himself up with them. When I extend my hand to him for some, he shakes his head. “You’re going to walk out of here with my cum running down your thighs.” Fuck. Who knew professor Kade was a dirty talker? When my brain can function again, I tug my panties up my thighs and wear my leggings, ignoring the lines of cum that trickle down my thighs. It’s dirty but it’s so fucking hot.

EXCLUSIVE FILES LEAKED. A sleek, high-society news anchor appeared on the screen, her voice dripping with artificial excitement. "Scandal rocks the city of Las Vegas this morning. Shocking documents leaked from an anonymous source have just revealed the real reason behind the tension at Vane Enterprises. Elena Vance, a marketing analyst recently hired by CEO Julian Vane, has been uncovered as the daughter of Silas Vance, the notorious Chicago businessman convicted of grand fraud a decade ago." The screen instantly flashed to a high-resolution photo of my face, followed by images of my father’s old arrest records and medical invoices from the Vane medical wing downstairs.

“You have to remember that we are in this field where no goody-two-shoes wins anything. It’s all about blood and all the dirty games we have to play right if we want our plans to even move forward. Adrianna just happened to receive an offer that we will make us all win and we don’t fucking care anymore if it is from Matt Zamora or not!” She already called me in my first name—we are not, in a way, kidding anymore. I sighed and before I could even break the silence that just happened right after Leondelle’s speech; Rozaine—our woman barely speaks—takes it upon herself to do it… by popping a wine bottle.

I’ve been called worst. Let’s talk about the news going around the office. Angela Shirley fucked Mr. Ellmord; that was the only way she secured an account with him. Jane is the source of the news, and she doesn’t even bother hiding it. Mrs. Jackson who heard the rumor had the guts to come to me and encouraged me to continue whatever it is I am doing with Xavier until the fashion show is over.

I struck a finger at her. “I drove all the way down here for Tame Impala so I’m going to see Tame Impala. I don’t think you understand but Summer ends in ten days for me and the past few weeks have been hard as hell. My parents got divorced and my dad is marrying another woman who would probably scam him of his entire net worth. God I hate him so much, I hate everyone in the whole world but this man right behind me.”