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.

make it right,

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

to Karl. “I

and the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry again,” he

curled in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look on

I ask, folding my arms over my

me. “He owed

taken it a bit too far?” It’s

just shakes his head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking past

me a talk.”

wanders down the hall to the living room and I trail after

the green couch

the chairs and I take the

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

wife after a divorce.”

here on behalf of the

eyebrows go up.

nods. “How have you been the past few years?” The sudden change of subject

whiplash. So much for

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

white, and a few large windows look out at the street. The living room

soft yellow to make the room

rows on

paintings on the wall and soft Persian carpets on

best pots and pans. It’s not much, not compared to our old

I love how

fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

if he really means it, but I don’t

to me. “And you’ve got

I force

of things

a new restaurant and being

to put all of myself into it to get the results I’ve

for Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

us. I almost wish he’d

were never ones for small talk

it feels

curious about how I’m doing?” he

can’t help but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce.

stay away from the media. I’ve

live his perfect

you,” I say, deciding that I should just be honest. “I

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

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

I made three years