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.

to be. I could never get you

were married.”

out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but

he actually had the time to do

some sort of

a precarious position back then,”

for things now than I used

to be working?”

“Yeah, usually.” He seems to weigh what he wants to say next. “I

for the Alpha party,” he

work than

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

open with me, more open than he has in a

million times in my head, and a part of me could tell he

admit it to myself at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

as important to me.”

his

wants to believe him, but

Olivia after what happened with

did. I’d be more surprised if

in passing up the information, even if I’d rather

get involved.

reviews on social media. I also saw pictures

direct copy

to sink in. My throat burns, and I look

but tears well up into my eyes,

my voice

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

someone has to man

weeks to hire

I wipe them away with the back of my hand. “It just–” I take

don’t want to lose my restaurant after

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

down. He puts

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

I make you a drink,” he says,

off my cheeks and nod. “Yeah, I’d like

cart in the corner