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.

used to be. I could never get you to go

were married.”

or try a new restaurant, but he was usually

special occasion when he actually had the time

some sort

precarious position back then,” he says. “But things have stabilized. I have

now than I

to be working?” I

he wants to say next. “I

for the Alpha party,” he

more work than

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

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

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

myself at the time. He

“Do you?”

his lap. “You’re just as important

on his

of me wants to believe him, but

looked into Olivia after what happened with your employees. I

that he did. I’d be

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

get involved.

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

a direct

information to sink in. My throat burns,

cry, I tell myself, but tears well up into my eyes,

don’t know what I’m going to do,” I admit, my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t respond, giving me

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

someone has to man the front desk and

drinks. It’ll take weeks to hire and train

with the back of my hand. “It

to lose my restaurant

harder. It feels good to let it out. The

puts

in a low voice. “You’ll figure it out,

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

a drink,” he says, standing. “How

and nod. “Yeah,

room to the bar cart in the corner and