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

our friends?

I don’t let him

me? Because you thought I cheated on

you f

“Abby–”

kill you. I really could. I think I might hate

but he quickly masks his

just telling you how I

a step back. If he thinks he

a hug, then he’s got another thing

“For a long time, I did think you cheated

a divorce? That’s why

to look a little regretful. It’s all coming

it’s time to get back together.

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

forward, and I glare at him. “Abby,

I found a pair of your panties in the

a pair of my panties outside and thought to test them?

a strange man’s c um on them and you never

to

need to sit down judging from how my head is

semen on

fight. No amount of groveling is going to fix the fact

jealousy. And what’s even worse is that, from the sound of it,

my panties to fulfill some sort of sick sex-fantasy. It makes me want

appears mostly unperturbed. “I was already

you always seemed to be putting on your cutest outfits to see

ti ts together, sticking your as s

blurt out, grimacing. “What is with you and

of those things, and

hunting for reasons to make yourself even more

sagging

that doesn’t change the last few years. You

my life, acting like you’re the victim in this

cousin thinks I’m the bad guy. She told Adam I’m disloyal,”

over his

thinks you cheated. I told her that

back the tears that are threatening

things straight

everything.” I can’t help but think of Jimmy, and all

your

head. “Abby, no. I told Tiffany

left you. No one else knows the

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”