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.

you used to be. I could never get you to

were married.”

a new restaurant, but he was usually too busy. It

the time to do something for fun, and

of some sort

in a precarious position back then,” he

things now than

to be working?”

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

the Alpha

more work than

I know that now.” Something

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

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

to admit it to myself at the time. He stopped being

“Do you?”

“You’re just as important to me.” He

his face.

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

Olivia after what happened with

really surprised that he did. I’d be more surprised if

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

get involved.

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

a direct copy

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

tears well up into my

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

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

someone has to man the front desk and wait tables and

to hire and train

of my hand. “It just–”

lose my restaurant after everything

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

He puts

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

make you a drink,” he says,

and nod. “Yeah,

in the corner and gets