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.

less of a workaholic than you used to be. I could never get you to go out back when

were married.”

out dancing, or try a new restaurant, but

actually had the time

some sort

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

for things now than

to be working?” I

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

the Alpha party,” he

work

that now.” Something

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

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

it to myself at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

lap. “You’re just as important to

on his face.

believe him, but I

looked into Olivia after what happened with your employees. I

I’d be more surprised if

no point in

get involved.

on social media. I also saw pictures

a direct copy of

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

tears well up into

to do,” I admit, my voice a

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

someone has to man the front desk and

take weeks to hire and train

with the back of my hand. “It

I don’t want to lose my restaurant after

cry harder. It feels

down. He puts his hand on

a low voice. “You’ll figure it out, and

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

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

cheeks and nod. “Yeah, I’d like

cart in the corner and gets out the