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.

than you used to be. I

were married.”

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

the time to do something

some

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

things now than I used

to be working?” I

he

Alpha

work than

everything. I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across

open with me, more open than he has in a

of me could tell he was pulling away, even if I

admit it to myself at the time.

“Do you?”

down at his lap. “You’re just as

his face. “More

to believe him, but

Olivia after what happened with your employees. I wanted to

not really surprised that he did. I’d be more surprised if he didn’t butt into my business.

resigned. There’s no point in passing up the

get involved.

social media. I also

a direct

moment for the information to sink in. My throat burns, and I look down

I tell myself, but tears well up into my

going to do,” I admit, my voice a little

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

if I do all the cooking, someone has to man the front desk and wait tables and

take weeks to hire and train new

back of

to me. I don’t want to lose

It feels good to let it

puts his hand

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

a drink,” he says, standing.

wipe off my cheeks and nod. “Yeah,

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