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.

of a workaholic than you used to be. I

were married.”

a new restaurant, but he was

time to do something for fun, and that

some sort

precarious position back then,” he says.

now than I used

you’d still prefer to be

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

for the Alpha party,” he

work

work isn’t everything. I know that now.” Something vulnerable

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

in my head, and a part of me could tell he was pulling away, even if I

myself at

“Do you?”

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

his face.

to believe him, but I don’t

into Olivia after what happened with your employees. I wanted to

I’d be more surprised

you find?” I ask, resigned. There’s no point in passing up the information, even if

get involved.

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

a direct copy

in. My throat burns, and I look down at my

tears well up into my eyes,

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

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

do all the cooking, someone has to

drinks. It’ll take weeks to

away with the back of my hand.

me. I don’t want to lose my restaurant after everything I

put my face in my hands and cry harder. It feels good to let it out. The couch

down. He puts

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

don’t I make you a drink,” he

off my cheeks and

crosses the room to the bar cart in the corner and gets