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.

a workaholic than you used to be. I could never get you to go

were married.”

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

actually had the time to

of some sort

in a precarious position back then,” he says. “But

things now than I

prefer to be working?” I

He seems to weigh what he wants to say

Alpha

work

know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across

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

of me could tell he was pulling

to admit it to myself at

“Do you?”

just as important to me.” He meets my eyes,

on his

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

what happened with your employees.

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 information, even if I’d rather

get involved.

social media. I also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her decor

a direct copy of

information to sink in. My throat

tell myself, but tears well up into my eyes,

I’m going to do,” I admit, my voice a

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

someone has to man the front desk and wait tables and

to hire

the back of my hand. “It

I don’t want to lose my restaurant after everything I put

It feels good to let it out. The couch cush

He puts his hand on

be okay,” he says in a low voice. “You’ll figure

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

drink,” he says, standing. “How does

and nod.

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