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.

were married.”

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

had the time to do something for fun, and that

some sort

precarious position back then,” he

now than I used

still prefer to be working?” I

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

Alpha party,”

more work than

everything. I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his

in a

my head, and a part of me could tell

to myself at the time. He stopped being

“Do you?”

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

on his face.

him, but

what happened with your employees. I wanted to help

be more

resigned. There’s no point in passing up

get involved.

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

a direct copy

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

tears well up into

I admit, my voice a

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

has to man the front

drinks. It’ll take weeks to hire and train new

fall, and I wipe them away with the back of my hand. “It just–” I take a

want to lose my restaurant after everything I put

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

He puts his hand on

“You’ll figure it out, and I’m more than happy

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

a drink,” he says,

my cheeks and nod.

the bar cart in the corner and