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.

used to be. I could

were married.”

a new restaurant, but he was usually too busy. It was

occasion when he actually had the time to do something for

of some

position back then,” he

now than I used

still prefer to be

he wants to say next. “I wanted to

Alpha

more work than

everything. I know that now.” Something vulnerable

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

my head, and a part of me could tell he was

at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

his lap. “You’re just as important to

his face.

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

with your employees. I wanted

I’m not really surprised that he did. I’d be

I ask, resigned. There’s no point in passing up the information,

get involved.

social media. I also saw pictures

a direct

moment for the information to sink in. My throat

tell myself, but tears well up into my

to do,” I admit, my voice a little

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

has to man the front desk and wait

It’ll take weeks to hire and train new

the back of my hand. “It just–” I take a

want to lose my restaurant after everything I put

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

Karl sits down. He puts his

says in a low voice. “You’ll figure it out, and I’m

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

make you a drink,” he says, standing. “How does that

cheeks and nod. “Yeah, I’d like

the bar cart in the corner and gets out the