Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 32: Abby Confronts Karl
Abby

One of his guards is standing at the front door, and his eyebrows go up when he sees me. I recognize

him from back in the day. Jimmy, if I’m remembering right. We never interacted much. He was still new

when we got our divorce. Does he know why Karl left me? Do all his staff think I cheated and wronged

him? G od, I can’t believe this is happening.

“I’m here to see Karl,” I bite out.

“I’ll take you,” he says, his eyebrows shooting up at my tone. Hopefully, he knows my anger isn’t

directed at him. I can’t even rein it in enough to be mildly pleasant.

He leads me to Karl’s office, knocking softly on the door.

“Yes?” Karl calls.

“Ms. Abby, here to see you.”

I refrain at the last moment from rolling my eyes. Jimmy’s just doing his job. He’s not the one who

deserves to have his head bitten off. I force myself to wait until Karl says to let me in, before I stomp

into the room, practically closing the door in Jimmy’s face. I’ll have to remember to apologize to him

later when I’m not so angry.

Karl is lounging in his office chair, a crystal glass balanced on his lap. There’s some sort of brown liquid

inside. Probably Scotch, but it could be Bourbon. Based on what I can see of the bar cart, he’s got

both.

“You such a f ucking as shole,” I start. I figure it’s a pretty good opening for what I have to say.

His eyebrows shoot up, mimicking Jimmy. They look sort of alike, come to think of it. Same wavy hair.

Same chocolate brown eyes. Same bewildered look on their faces.

“Pardon?”

“I just found out that I apparently screwed the gardener when we were together,” I hiss. “Now this is

news to me, but maybe there’s something you know that I don’t. So enlighten me.”

He puts down his glass and stands up. “Abby–”

“Shut up,” I snap. “I can’t believe you told Tiffany I cheated on you.” He winces slightly. “Who else have

All our friends? Our

but I don’t let him cut

you thought I cheated on

“Are you f

“Abby–”

I could kill you. I really could. I think

but he quickly masks his expression. “Don’t say

I spit. “I’m just telling

desk. I take a step back. If he thinks he can fix this with

a hug, then he’s got another thing

says. “For a long time, I did

wanted a divorce? That’s why you were

has the decency to look a little

that means it’s time to

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

and I glare at him. “Abby,

your panties

feel sick. “You found a pair of my panties outside and thought to test them? Hell, you found

um on them and you never thought to talk to me about it? You

straight to

shocked right now. I’m sure that I need to sit down judging from how my head is

sick from picturing the gardener’s semen on my underwear. But

this fight. No amount of groveling is going to fix

our relationship over petty jealousy. And what’s even worse is that, from

sort of sick sex-fantasy. It makes me want to

was already suspicious,” he says simply. “You two

friendly together. And you always seemed to be putting

your ti ts together, sticking

I blurt out, grimacing. “What is with you and thinking that women are always acting sl utty,

ucked? I can guarantee I never did any of those things,

for reasons to make yourself

sagging

doesn’t change the last

this whole

bad guy. She told Adam

his hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I forgot to

up. She still thinks you cheated. I told her that back when I was

blinking back the

set things

I can’t help but think of

your

no. I told Tiffany because

left you. No one else knows

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”