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.

used to be. I could never get you

were married.”

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

he actually had the time to do something for

of some sort of

was in a precarious position back then,” he says. “But things have stabilized. I

things now

you’d still prefer to be

seems to weigh what he wants to say next. “I wanted to

the Alpha party,” he

work

know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his

open with me, more open than he has in

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

admit it to myself at

“Do you?”

“You’re just as important to me.”

his

part of me wants to believe him, but

looked into Olivia after what happened with your employees. I

not really surprised that he did. I’d be more surprised

find?” I ask, resigned. There’s no point in passing up

get involved.

I also

a direct

sink in. My throat burns, and I look

tears well up into my

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

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

cooking, someone has

drinks. It’ll take weeks to hire and

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

to me. I don’t want to lose my restaurant after everything I put

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

down. He puts

says in a low voice. “You’ll

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

don’t I make you a drink,” he says, standing. “How does that

cheeks and nod. “Yeah, I’d

to the bar cart in the corner