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.

to be. I could never get you to go

were married.”

wanted to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant,

when he actually had the time to do something for fun, and that was

of some sort

a precarious position back then,” he says. “But

now than I

still prefer to be

He seems to weigh what he wants to say next.

for the Alpha party,”

work

that

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

of me could tell he was pulling away, even

at the time. He stopped being

“Do you?”

as important to me.” He meets my eyes, an

his

part of me wants to believe him, but I don’t know how after

happened with your employees. I wanted to

I’m 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,

get involved.

on social media. I also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her decor is

direct

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

cry, I tell myself, but tears well up

admit, my voice a little shaky. He

to get out what I need to say. “I have

Ethan. Even if I do all the cooking, someone has

weeks to hire

and I wipe them away with the back of my hand. “It

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

It feels good to let it

Karl sits down. He puts

low voice. “You’ll

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

I make you a drink,” he says, standing. “How does

my cheeks and nod. “Yeah, I’d like

room to the bar cart in the corner and gets out the shaker. A moment