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 never get you to go

were married.”

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

he actually had the time to do

some sort of

pack was in a precarious position back then,” he

now than

you’d still prefer to be working?”

“Yeah, usually.” He seems to weigh what he wants to say

Alpha party,” he

more work

I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes

has in a while. I’ve gone over the last months

times in my head, and a part of me

to admit it to myself at

“Do you?”

looks down at his lap. “You’re just as important to me.” He meets

on his face. “More

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

with your employees. I

did. I’d be more surprised if he didn’t butt into my

I ask, resigned. There’s no point in

get involved.

social media. I also saw pictures of her restaurant.

direct

information to sink in. My throat

myself, but tears well up into my eyes,

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

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

has to man the front desk and wait tables

drinks. It’ll take weeks to hire and train

away with the back of my hand.

lose my

hands and cry harder. It feels good to let it out. The

down. He puts his hand on my

“You’ll figure it out, and I’m more than happy

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

make you a drink,” he says, standing.

cheeks and nod. “Yeah, I’d

crosses the room to the bar cart in the corner