All Chapters of The Endgame (book 4 of The Arrangement Series): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Amberleigh let the words Grayson had just told her sink in for a moment. Surely he was fucking kidding. No way he would have done that. He knew the fucking rules and had agreed to them. That sad feeling inside her quickly morphed into anger.“Excuse me? Come again? Because it sounded like you said you fucked Courtney last night. But I know I must be fuckin' hearing things.”He sighed and shifted on the edge of the desk.“I did what I had to do to protect my family. If it's any consolation, I didn’t enjoy it. I fucked her with the lights out and I barely touched her.”Amber laughed, “Barely touched her other than with your dick inside her you mean. Why the fuck would you do that Grayson? We agreed you wouldn’t fuck that bitch! You agreed!”“I did it for us. For you and our daughter Amber. I had to get her off my back somehow. To pacify her.”Amber jumped to her feet, “Get her off your back by getting her under you? How fuckin’ noble of you Grayson to fuck the woman who tried to have yo

Amberleigh made it until midnight before she cracked. She decided someone needed to be the bigger person and extend the olive branch. She also decided that person would be Leo.“Leo?” she spoke into the darkness.“Yes Love?”His arms tightened around her. And his chin rested on the top of her head. Their bodies seemed to fit perfectly together.“Maybe you should text Grayson to see when he’s coming home. It’s getting late.”“Okay. I’ll do it for you.”Leo flipped on the light again. It wasn’t as if either of them had been sleeping anyway. Amber allowed him to have both his arms back for the task. And she chewed on the inside of her cheek as he unlocked his watch. She decided to check hers just in case she’d missed a text from the billionaire or something. She shouldn’t have been surprised when she had no texts from the stubborn bastard.Three minutes was a perfectly acceptable time frame to allow one to read and respond to a text. And after three minutes elapsed, Amber's heart was bea

t took Amberleigh several minutes to fight her way back from that dark place and somewhat get her shit together. Right now, wasn’t about her or how she was feeling, it was about Grayson and making sure he got the care he needed. There would be time for beating herself up and self-blame later. And something else to add to that list was scaring the shit out of Leo and her father.Leo practically cried when she finally opened her eyes and said something. He hugged and kissed her. Her father also kissed both her cheeks. The chef was on the edge and trying to keep himself together the best he could. Having his best friend unconscious and beaten within an inch of his life was a heavy blow but adding a non-responsive pregnant fiancée into the mix, had almost been more than he could handle.They all tried to get her to lie down. The compromise came that she would sit by Grayson's stretcher and Doc’s son brought her some water. His name turned out to be Desmond and he was much quieter than his

The Godwin had to pee. Normally that wouldn’t be such a calamity but factoring into account he couldn’t walk and still had some modesty, it complicated matters indeed. Grayson had never so much as taken a piss in front of Amber before. Leo on the other hand didn’t give a shit, . He and Amber had already passed that pivotal point in a relationship where they’d farted in front of each other and held conversations while releasing their bladders. They’d also left behind that phase in a relationship where it was necessary to pretend like you didn’t take a shit. No more middle of the night or pre-shower dumps, excessive flushing and odor sprays, they’d let nature take its course without shame. Hell, two days ago Amber had even pushed open the bathroom door mid-shit to yell to Leo what she wanted for lunch. Leo usually took a more gentlemanly approach on the matter and gave her fair warning to steer clear of the bathroom for a while. And they say romance was dead. Grayson had decided he wa

Amberleigh thought it was the beginning of a bad joke, a chef, a hooker, two gangsters, and a billionaire walk into a bar. Well, there technically was a self-service latte bar at the fancy medical complex, but it was really just her exhausted mind running away with her that night. Or more correctly, that morning as they were on the cusp of dawn. She would need to make a stop at that latte bar or violence was likely to happen.And that violence was in danger of being directed at a certain man whom she wondered how she’d ever found him attractive. As Dr. Gainey let them in the back door, Amber had to resist the urge to take those same nails -she’d dug into her palms on the brutal drive here while listening to Grayson’s jagged breaths during each bump- and not rake them down the doctor’s face. How had she ever found the thirty-something man with the small, dark beady eyes, and full lips that spoke lies with a smile, in a velvet voice, worthy of her appreciative gazes and flirting? She de