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 to go out back

were married.”

a new restaurant, but he was usually

special occasion when he actually had the time to do something for fun, and that

of some sort

back then,” he says.

things now than I

prefer to be working?”

weigh what he wants to

for the Alpha

work than

I know that now.” Something vulnerable comes across his face.

in a while. I’ve gone over the last

head, and a part of me could tell he

to admit it to myself at the time. He stopped being

“Do you?”

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

on his

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

happened with your employees. I wanted to help

did. I’d be more surprised if he

There’s no point in

get involved.

buying reviews on social media. I also saw

direct copy of

information to sink in. My throat burns, and I look down at my lap. Don’t

tell myself, but tears

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

I need to say. “I have no employees. I can’t open

someone has to man the

to hire and

them away with the back of my hand.

want to lose my restaurant after everything I

my face in my hands and cry harder. It feels good to let it

Karl sits down. He puts his hand on

okay,” he says in a low voice. “You’ll figure it out, and

if you’ll let me.”

I nod, sniffling.

drink,” he says, standing. “How does that

my cheeks and nod.

room to the bar cart in the corner and gets out the shaker. A