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.

like less of a workaholic than you used to be. I could never get you

were married.”

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

when he actually had the time

some sort

back then,”

for things now than I

you’d still prefer to be working?” I

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

for the Alpha

work

but work isn’t everything. I know that now.” Something

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

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

to myself at the time. He stopped

“Do you?”

“You’re just as important to me.” He meets my

on his

him, but I don’t

looked into Olivia after what happened with

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

resigned. There’s no point in passing up

get involved.

social media. I also

direct copy

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

myself, but tears

I admit, my voice a little shaky. He doesn’t respond, giving

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

the cooking, someone has to man the

It’ll take weeks to hire and

tears fall, and I wipe them away with the back of my hand. “It just–” I take a deep breath. “It

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

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

sits down. He puts his

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

make you a drink,”

my cheeks and

in the corner and gets out the shaker.