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.

seem like less of a workaholic than you used to be. I could never get you to

were married.”

always wanted to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he was

the time to do something for fun, and that

of some

then,” he says. “But things have stabilized.

for things now than I used

prefer to be working?”

weigh what he wants to say next. “I wanted

the Alpha party,” he

work

everything. I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes

open with me, more open than he has in a

times in my head, and a part of me

it to myself at

“Do you?”

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

on his face.

part of me wants to believe him, but I

Olivia after what happened with

I’d be more surprised if

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

get involved.

buying reviews on social media. I also

direct copy

to sink in. My throat

myself, but tears well up into

know what I’m going to do,” I admit, my voice a

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

the cooking, someone has to man the front desk and

to hire and train new

away with the back of my

to me. I don’t want to lose

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

sits down. He puts his hand on

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

I make you a drink,” he says,

cheeks and nod. “Yeah, I’d like

in the corner and