Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 12 – Feel Jealous
Abby

A cool breeze drifts in through the kitchen window, and I cross the room to peer outside. I live on the

top floor of my building, and I’ve got a great view of a nearby park. Standing at the window, I can hear

the whoosh of the wind, and shouts down on the street.

I’ve been waiting to hear from Karl, but he hasn’t called yet. I need to know if my restaurant can open

tonight, so I can get started on everything. The more time that passes, the more tense I become. I

spent the past fifteen minutes staring at the phone, but like a watched pot, staring at it just made it less

likely to ever ring.

My door buzzes, shocking me from my stupor. I cross the bright space and down a narrow hall to the

door.

I press the button and lean in close. “Hello?”

“Abby, it’s Karl. Mind if I come up?”

I don’t answer for a moment. I didn’t exactly tell him where I live, but I guess I didn’t have to. With all

those investigators working for him, I’m sure he knows everything about my life here. As much as I

want to refuse, I don’t think it will deter him.

“Sure.”

Of course, he couldn’t just call.

I press the button to let him in and open my front door. There are only five floors, and it doesn’t take

long before I hear his footsteps on the stairs. He rounds the corner and smiles when he sees me

standing in the doorway. He’s holding a man by the collar, and he shoves him ahead.

“What are you doing here?” I turn to eye the man with him. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh him?” Karl shoves the man to his knees in front of me. He looks up at Karl with wide eyes, then

turns to me with a pleading look.

“Go on,” Karl says.

“I’m very sorry Abby.” He looks up at me, and I have a hard time meeting his gaze. “I own The Crystal

Palace. I’m the one who made a complaint against your restaurant.”

“Oh.”

Karl snarls at him.

right, and it

gives Karl a terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting for

apology.” I turn to Karl. “I

jumps to his feet.

watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look on his

I ask, folding my arms

me.

too

“Can I come in?” he asks, looking

me a talk.”

but step out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the living

green couch and the

of one of the

did you want to talk to me about?” I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a good idea to contact your

wife after a divorce.”

unreadable. “I’m here on behalf of the

eyebrows go up. “Is

past few years?” The sudden change of subject makes

whiplash. So much for discussing the

in for the first

look out at the street. The living

winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow

on

carpets

shelf shows off my best pots and pans. It’s not much, not compared to our old

love how cozy

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

but I don’t have

back to me. “And you’ve got a

restaurant.” I force

simple. A lot of things haven’t gone

a new restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly hard,

make it work. I’ve had to put all of myself into it

to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

us. I almost wish he’d get

making polite chit-chat with me. We were never ones for small

and it feels especially

how I’m doing?” he asks after a

little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s

watch. If he’s attending a social event, I stay away

live his perfect life

make sense for me to care about you,” I say,

on with my life. And come on, you’re the Alpha. You can

you have, but it’s not so

I made