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

were married.”

go out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he was usually too busy.

actually had the time to do something for fun, and that was

of some

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

now than I

to be

he wants to say next.

for the Alpha

work

everything. I know that now.”

he has in

times in my head, and a part of

to myself at the time. He stopped being

“Do you?”

as important to me.” He meets

his

part of me wants to believe him, but I don’t know how

after what happened with

not really surprised that he did. I’d be

no point in passing up the information, even

get involved.

social media. I also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her

direct copy of

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

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

I admit, my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t

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

if I do all the cooking, someone has to man the front desk and

drinks. It’ll take weeks to hire

fall, and I wipe them away with the back of my hand.

to me. I don’t want to lose my restaurant

my face in my hands and cry harder. It feels good

sits down. He puts his

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

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

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

in the corner and gets out the