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 never get you

were married.”

wanted to go out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but he was usually too busy. It was

special occasion when he actually had the time to do something for

some

a precarious position back then,” he says.

for things now

you’d still prefer to be

weigh what he wants to say next. “I

for the Alpha

more work than

that now.” Something vulnerable

open with me, more open than he has in a while. I’ve gone over

a part of me could tell he was

to myself at the

“Do you?”

as

on his face. “More

to believe him, but I don’t know how after

looked into Olivia after what happened with your employees. I wanted to

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

in passing up

get involved.

also saw pictures of her restaurant. Her decor

direct copy of

information to sink in. My throat burns, and I

myself, but tears well up into

going to do,” I admit, my voice a little

need to say. “I have no

all the cooking, someone has to man the front desk and

drinks. It’ll take weeks to hire

the back of my

want to lose my restaurant after everything I put into

It feels good to let it out. The couch cush ions

down. He puts his hand on my

low voice. “You’ll figure it out, and I’m more than happy to help

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

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

wipe off my cheeks and nod.

bar cart in the corner and gets out the shaker.