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.

to make it right, and

terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting for my

I turn to Karl. “I

jumps to his feet. “Sorry again,” he

watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look on

really necessary?” I ask,

back to me. “He owed

a bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow

in?” he asks, looking past

me a talk.”

of the way. He wanders down the hall to the living room and I

I say, gesturing to the green couch and the

edge of one of the chairs and I take the

to me about?” I ask. “I

wife after a divorce.”

“I’m here on behalf of

eyebrows go up. “Is

few years?” The sudden change of subject makes me feel

So much for discussing

looks around the apartment, taking it in for the first time. It’s not very large, but it’s a nice

windows look out

cabinets a soft yellow to make the room

on the marble

got paintings on the wall and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen is

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

and I love

been fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

means it, but I don’t have the nerve to ask. “Yeah,

nods again, turning back to me.

I force a

never that simple. A lot of things haven’t gone

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

of myself into it

Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

makes the air set heavy around us. I almost wish he’d get straight

than making polite chit-chat with me. We were

feels

how I’m doing?” he asks

mention of him since

a social event, I stay away from the media. I’ve had

him live his

you,” I say, deciding that I should just be

And come on, you’re the Alpha. You can have anything

I could move on like you have, but it’s not so easy. Especially when I

I made three years