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.

workaholic than you used to be. I could

were married.”

new restaurant, but he was usually too busy.

had the time to do

some sort

back then,” he says.

for things now

you’d still prefer to be

to weigh what he wants to say

the Alpha party,” he

work than

know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his

open with me, more open than he has in

a part of me could tell he was pulling away, even if I

to admit it to myself at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

his lap. “You’re just as important to

his face. “More

wants to believe him, but I don’t know

with your employees. I

sigh. I’m not really surprised that he did. I’d be

no point in passing up the information, even if I’d rather

get involved.

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

a direct copy

sink in. My throat burns, and I look down at

tell myself, but tears well

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

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

I do all the cooking, someone has

weeks to hire and train new

with the back of my hand. “It just–”

want to lose my restaurant after everything I

cry harder. It feels good to

puts his hand on my

voice. “You’ll

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

I make you a drink,” he says, standing.

and nod. “Yeah,

corner and gets out the shaker. A moment