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.

less of a workaholic than you used to be. I could never get you to go out back when

were married.”

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

time to do

some

was in a precarious position back then,” he says. “But things

for things now than I used

prefer to be

what he wants

for the Alpha party,”

more work than

know that now.” Something

in a while. I’ve gone over the last

of me could tell he was pulling away, even if

at the time. He

“Do you?”

lap. “You’re just as important

his face. “More

him,

Olivia after what happened with your employees. I wanted to help

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

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

get involved.

media. I also saw pictures

direct copy

to sink in. My throat burns, and I look down at my

but tears well up into

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

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

has to man the front desk and wait tables

It’ll take weeks to hire and train

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

me. I don’t want to lose my restaurant

It feels good to let it out.

Karl sits down. He puts his

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

a drink,” he says, standing. “How does

and nod. “Yeah, I’d like

bar cart in the corner and gets out