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

were married.”

new restaurant,

actually had the time to do

some

then,” he says. “But things have

for things now than I used

still prefer to be

“Yeah, usually.” He seems to weigh what he wants to say next. “I wanted to

Alpha party,”

more work than

I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his

than he has in a while. I’ve gone over the last months of

and a part of me

myself at the

“Do you?”

lap. “You’re just as important

his face.

to believe him, but I don’t know how

with your employees. I wanted to help

that he did. I’d be more surprised if

resigned. There’s no point in passing

get involved.

I also saw

direct

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

myself, but tears well up into my eyes,

my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t respond, giving

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

the cooking, someone has to man the front desk and wait tables and

take weeks to

the back of my hand.

I don’t want to lose

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

sits down. He puts his hand

be okay,” he says in a low voice. “You’ll figure it

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

make you a drink,” he

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

the bar cart in the corner