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.

workaholic than you used to be. I could never

were married.”

always wanted to go out dancing, or try a new

when he actually had the time to do something for fun, and that

some

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

things now than

still prefer to be working?”

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

Alpha party,”

work

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

than he has in a while.

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

admit it to myself at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

“You’re just as important to me.” He meets my

his face. “More

believe him, but

happened with your employees.

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

resigned. There’s no point in passing up the information, even if

get involved.

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

a direct copy

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

tell myself, but tears well up into my

to do,” I admit, my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t respond, giving

to get out what I need to say. “I have no employees. I

Ethan. Even if I do all the cooking, someone has to man

drinks. It’ll take weeks to hire

of my hand. “It

me. I don’t want to lose my restaurant

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

sits down. He puts his

a low voice. “You’ll figure it out, and I’m more than happy to help

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

make you a drink,” he says,

my cheeks and nod.

to the bar cart in the corner and gets out