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.

a workaholic than you used to be. I could never get you

were married.”

wanted to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he was usually

he actually had the time to do something

some sort

then,” he says.

things now than

still prefer to be

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

for the Alpha party,”

work

I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across

than he has in a while. I’ve gone

head, and a part of me could tell he was pulling

admit it to myself at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

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

his face. “More

him, but I don’t know how

Olivia after what happened with your employees. I

that he did. I’d be

point in passing up the information, even if I’d rather

get involved.

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

a direct copy of

My throat burns,

tears well up

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

have no employees. I can’t open my restaurant

Even if I do all the cooking, someone has to

It’ll take weeks to hire and train new

wipe them away with the back of my hand. “It just–”

want to lose my restaurant after everything I put

It feels good to

sits down. He puts his hand on

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

drink,” he says, standing.

off my cheeks and

cart in the corner and gets out the