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 to go out back when

were married.”

out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he was usually

special occasion when he actually had the time

of some sort of

position back then,” he says.

things now

you’d still prefer to be working?”

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

Alpha

work than

that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his face.

than he has in a

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

it to myself at the time.

“Do you?”

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

his face.

him, but I

looked into Olivia after what happened with

that he did. I’d be more

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

get involved.

on social media. I also saw pictures of

direct

My throat burns, and I

but tears well up into my

to do,” I admit, my voice a little shaky. He

have no

Even if I do all the cooking, someone has

weeks to hire and

of my hand. “It just–” I take a

don’t want to lose my restaurant

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

down. He puts his hand on my

be okay,” 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.

drink,”

wipe off my cheeks and nod.

crosses the room to the bar cart in the corner and gets out the shaker. A moment later, he