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.

like less of a workaholic than you used to be.

were married.”

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

time

of some sort of

back then,” he says. “But things have stabilized. I

things now than I used

still prefer to be

he wants to say next. “I wanted

for the Alpha

more work

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

me, more open than he has in a while. I’ve

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

at the time.

“Do you?”

just as important to me.” He meets my eyes, an

on his face.

wants to believe him, but I

into Olivia after what happened with your employees. I

that he did. I’d be more surprised if

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

get involved.

I also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her decor

a direct

My throat burns, and I look down at my

tears well up

know what I’m going to do,” I admit, my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t respond,

I need to say. “I have no employees. I

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

to hire and

away with the back of

want to lose my restaurant after everything I put into

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

down. He puts

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

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

bar cart in the corner and gets out the shaker. A moment later,