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

were married.”

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

actually had the time

of some sort of

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

for things now than I used

still prefer to be working?” I

weigh what he wants to say

for the Alpha

more work

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

he has in a

of

it to myself at the time. He stopped being

“Do you?”

lap. “You’re just as important to me.” He meets

on his face.

part of me wants to believe him,

with your employees.

did. I’d be more surprised if

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

get involved.

media. I also saw pictures of

direct copy of

for the information to sink in. My throat

I tell myself, but tears well up into my

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

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

cooking, someone has to man the

to hire and train new

I wipe them away with the back of my

to lose my restaurant after everything

It feels good to

down. He puts his hand on

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.

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

and nod. “Yeah,

room to the bar cart in the corner and gets out the shaker. A