All Chapters of SCANDAL IN HIS BED : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The Walker apartment felt different that evening—alive in a quiet, electric way. Maya had been restless all day, pacing from the kitchen to the living room and back again, checking the clock far more times than necessary.He should be here any minute now, she thought, smoothing her palms over her dress for the tenth time.The sound of the door unlocking made her straighten immediately.Mike stepped in, rolling his suitcase behind him, looking tired but handsome in that familiar way that always made her heart flutter.“Hey, baby,” he said warmly, dropping the bag as Maya practically flew into his arms.“You’re finally back!” she exclaimed, hugging him tightly, her voice bubbling with excitement.Mike laughed softly, kissing the top of her head. “I missed you too. Someone seems extra happy today.”Maya pulled back just enough to smile innocently. “I’m always happy when you’re around.”He raised a brow suspiciously. “Hmm. That smile tells me you’re hiding something.”“Am not,” she said q

A few months later, Roy had finally learned how to breathe again.Not easily. Not fully. But enough to function.Life had stripped him bare in ways he never imagined possible, leaving him raw, hollowed out, and colder than he used to be. Yet somehow, slowly, he was finding his footing. The anger had dulled. The shock had settled into something quieter—resignation, maybe. Acceptance, on some days. Other days, it was simply exhaustion.Still, the cold demeanor clung to him like a second skin.At work, people spoke to him with caution now. His employees noticed it—the way he no longer lingered in conversations, how his smiles never quite reached his eyes, how his laughter had become rare. Roy Sinclair did his job flawlessly, efficiently, but there was a distance about him that no one dared cross.Today was no different.He had a scheduled meeting with Moores Enterprise—a major pitch, one he couldn’t delegate. Sinclair’s Enterprise was expanding aggressively, and Moores was a potential lo

The morning sunlight filtered lazily through Dianne’s curtains, painting soft golden streaks across her bedroom wall. For once, her alarm didn’t scream her awake. No meetings. No presentations. No tight schedules breathing down her neck. Just a free day.She rolled over, burying her face into her pillow with a groan that quickly turned into a smile.A free day, she thought. God knew I needed this.Her phone buzzed beside her.NADIA :Good morning working-class hero Free today, yeah?Movie. Food. Gist. Laughter.No excuses.Dianne chuckled, typing back immediately.DIANNE:You sound like a motivational speakerBut yes, I’m freeLet me brush the sleep off my eyes firstNADIA:Please hurry. I’ve already dressed mentally.By noon, they were both seated inside the cinema, oversized popcorn between them, icy drinks sweating in their cup holders. Nadia had insisted on a rom-com.“I don’t know why you’re complaining,” Nadia whispered loudly as the previews rolled. “You love love.”Dianne sco

The sun had barely risen over Greenwich, and the city hummed with the quiet bustle of morning routines. Dianne had decided to stay a little longer, savoring a few extra minutes of sleep before work. Her apartment was calm, the light filtering through the sheer curtains in a soft golden hue, casting a warm glow across her living room. She yawned, stretched lazily, and checked her phone—nothing urgent. Perfect.Outside, however, Roy Sinclair was already on the move. Work had grown intense, and although he technically didn’t need to be in Greenwich this particular day, he found himself drawn there anyway. Each time he tried to stay away, Dianne seemed just that little bit farther out of reach. The more he tried to orchestrate professional interactions, the more she subtly slipped away.He let out a long, frustrated sigh as he slouched against his hotel room balcony, phone pressed to his ear.“I’m so tired, man,” he muttered. His voice was low, heavy with fatigue.“Again?” Aaron’s voice c

They sat opposite each other in the softly lit restaurant, the low hum of quiet conversations and clinking cutlery filling the spaces their silence couldn’t. The place was elegant without being intimidating—warm lights, muted colors, soft instrumental music humming in the background.A waiter approached with practiced politeness.“Good evening. Are you ready to order?”Roy glanced at Dianne. “Ladies first.”Dianne scanned the menu briefly, then closed it. “I’ll have grilled salmon and mashed potatoes. No wine.”Roy nodded. “Same, please. And sparkling water.”The waiter scribbled quickly and left.For a moment, neither of them spoke.Dianne folded her hands on the table, her shoulders relaxed now, not as stiff as earlier, but her guard was still very much up. Roy watched her quietly—how her lashes fluttered when she blinked, how she absentmindedly rubbed her thumb against her palm. Familiar habits. Ones he never truly forgot.He cleared his throat softly.“So…” he began, his voice car