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.

be. I could never get you

were married.”

a new restaurant, but he was

special occasion when he actually had the time to do something

of some sort

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

now

you’d still prefer to be working?”

what he wants to say next. “I wanted to

the Alpha party,”

work than

work isn’t everything. I know that

he has in

part of me could tell

to admit it to myself at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

looks down at his lap. “You’re just as important to me.” He meets my

his face.

believe him, but I don’t know how

into Olivia after what happened with your

not really surprised that he did. I’d be more surprised if he didn’t butt

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

get involved.

reviews on social media. I also

direct copy of

for the information to sink in. My throat burns, and I look down at my lap. Don’t

tell myself, but tears well up into my

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

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

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

take weeks to hire and

I wipe them away with the back of my

want to lose my restaurant after everything I

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

He puts his hand on

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

drink,” he says, standing. “How does

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

the corner and gets