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.

be. I could never get you to go

were married.”

new restaurant, but he was usually too

actually had the time to do something for fun,

of some sort of

back then,” he says. “But

for things now than I

still prefer to be working?” I

weigh what he wants to say next. “I wanted

Alpha party,” he

more work

I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes

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

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

to myself at

“Do you?”

his lap. “You’re just as

on his

me wants to believe him, but I don’t

into Olivia after what happened with your employees. I

surprised that he did. I’d be

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

get involved.

buying reviews on social media. I also saw pictures

direct copy

the information to sink in. My throat burns, and I look down at my

tears

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

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

I do all the cooking, someone has to man the front

to hire and

of my

lose my

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

puts his

“You’ll figure it out, and I’m more than happy

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

you a drink,” he says,

wipe off my cheeks and nod.

the room to the bar cart in the corner and gets