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.

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 he was usually too

actually had the time

of some

then,” he says. “But things

things now

prefer to be

“Yeah, usually.” He seems to weigh what he

the Alpha

work than

know that now.” Something vulnerable

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

million times in my head, and a part of me could tell he

admit it to myself at the time. He

“Do you?”

looks down at his lap. “You’re just as important to me.” He

his face. “More

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

happened with your employees. I wanted

did. I’d be more surprised if

There’s no point in passing up

get involved.

was buying reviews on social media. I also saw pictures of her

a direct copy

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

tell myself, but tears well up

my

“I have no

I do all the cooking, someone has to man the front desk and wait tables

to hire and train new

wipe them away with the back of my hand. “It just–” I

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

put my face in my hands and cry harder. It feels good to let it out. The couch cush

down. He puts his hand on

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

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

you a drink,” he says, standing.

cheeks and nod.

the corner and gets out the shaker. A