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.

workaholic than you used to be. I could never get

were married.”

go out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he

time to

some

back then,” he says. “But

now than I

to be working?”

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

for the Alpha party,” he

work than

but work isn’t everything. I know that

more open than he has in a while. I’ve gone over the last

in my head, and a part of me could tell

admit it to myself at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

as important to me.” He meets my

on his face.

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

Olivia after what happened with your employees. I wanted

be more

no point in passing up the information, even

get involved.

I also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her decor is

direct copy of

a moment for the information to sink in. My throat

cry, I tell myself, but tears well up into my eyes,

do,” I admit, my voice a little shaky.

get out what I need to say. “I have no employees.

cooking, someone has to man the front

It’ll take weeks to

of my hand. “It

want to lose

put my face in my hands and cry harder. It feels good

He puts his

a low voice. “You’ll figure it

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

a drink,” he says, standing. “How does

my cheeks and nod. “Yeah, I’d

the room to the bar cart in the corner and gets out the shaker. A moment