Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 18 – Bartending for you
Abby

Karl hands me a glass of water, and I take a few small sips.

I’m still a little drunk, but I feel better now that I’m away from the bar. Thank G od Karl was able to

teleport us out of there, even if it made me throw up the minute we appeared on his front lawn. Another

blessing, in retrospect, considering I feel a lot less dizzy than I did before.

“Why were you there by yourself?” Karl asks, sinking into the chair across from me.

He sounds a little mad, but I know his anger isn’t directed at me. Not completely, at least. I’m surprised

he didn’t tear that guy’s head off. If he had, I don’t think I would have felt the need to stop him. Just the

memory of those possessive hands on me makes me shudder.

I’m draped across Karl’s leather couch, my clutch abandoned on the floor beside me, and my heels

toppled over nearby. There are a few bruises on my wrist from where that guy grabbed me, and Karl’s

eyes keep lingering there, his gaze darkening.

“Leah was with me,” I say.

“I didn’t see her.”

I shrug and place my glass on the ground. “She went off with some guy.”

“Good friend.”

“I told her it was okay,” I admit. She offered to stay with me, but I didn’t want to hold her back from

having fun. It was s tupid, but I thought I’d be alright by myself.

He shakes his head, his jaw clenched. “I’ve never seen you that drunk.”

“I don’t usually get that drunk.” And I’m not too interested in getting that drunk again. Feeling dizzy and

slightly nauseous is never fun. Neither is throwing up on your ex-husbands perfectly manicured lawn

while he holds your hair.

I decide to change the subject before he decides to scold me. “Why were you hanging around there?”

“For fun, I guess.” He doesn’t sound convinced. I wonder if someone else dragged him there. His

cousin maybe.

like less of a workaholic than you used to be. I could

were married.”

to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he was usually too busy. It was

time to do

some

position back then,” he says. “But things have stabilized. I have

now than

you’d still prefer to be working?” I

seems to weigh what he wants to say next. “I wanted to get

the Alpha

work than

work isn’t everything. I know that now.” Something vulnerable

open with me, more open than he has in a while. I’ve gone

and a part of

it to myself at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

as important to me.” He meets my

on his

of me wants to believe him, but I don’t know how after

with your

I’d be more surprised if he

find?” I ask, resigned. There’s no point in passing up the

get involved.

also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her decor

a direct copy

My

tears well up

know what I’m going to do,” I admit, my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t respond, giving me

to say. “I have no employees. I can’t open my restaurant with

Even if I do all the cooking, someone has to man the front

drinks. It’ll take weeks to hire and train new

and I wipe them away with the back of my hand.

to lose

my hands and cry harder. It feels good to

sits down. He puts his hand on my

to be okay,” he says in a low voice. “You’ll figure it out, and I’m more than happy

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

drink,”

and nod. “Yeah,

the corner and gets out