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,

terrified look. Karl just

apology.” I turn to Karl. “I think

feet. “Sorry again,” he says,

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

really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over

back to me.

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

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

me a talk.”

the way. He wanders down the

to sit,” I say, gesturing to the green

the chairs and I take the

ask. “I don’t

wife after a divorce.”

over at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf

up. “Is

years?” The sudden

So much for discussing

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

look out at the street. The living room opens

a soft

on the marble

carpets on the floor. My kitchen is

off my best pots and pans. It’s not much, not

love how cozy it

been fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

tell if he really means it, but I don’t have

to me. “And you’ve got a

I’ve got a restaurant.” I force

A lot of things haven’t gone well, but that’s just the nature

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

can’t make it work. I’ve had to put all of myself into it to get

to know

“Good, that’s good.”

heavy around us. I almost wish he’d

We were never ones for small talk

it feels especially forced

doing?”

any mention of him since the divorce.

attending a social event, I stay away from the media.

his

doesn’t make sense for me to care about you,” I say,

to get on with my life. And come on, you’re the Alpha. You can have anything you

could move on like you have, but it’s not

I made three