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

been telling this to, exactly? All our friends? Our family?

head, but I

thought I cheated on you?” My voice rises

f

“Abby–”

mad, Karl, I could kill you. I really

a little, but he quickly masks his

“I’m just

I take a step back. If he thinks he can

then he’s got

sorry,” he says. “For a long time, I

That’s

has the decency to look a little regretful. It’s

it’s time

my head might explode.

“I can’t believe this.”

I glare at him. “Abby, please. You were always

found a pair of your panties in the garden. They

“You found a pair of my panties outside and thought to test

them and you never

straight to divorce? G od, that’s

sure that I need to sit down judging from

sick from picturing the gardener’s semen on my

down from this fight. No amount of groveling is going to

what’s even worse is

of sick sex-fantasy. It makes me

“I was already suspicious,” he says simply.

together. And you always seemed to be putting on your

ti ts together, sticking your as s

out, grimacing. “What is with you and thinking that

never did any of those

for reasons to make

sighs, his shoulders sagging

great for you Karl, but that doesn’t change the last few years. You don’t get to

you’re the victim in this whole situation. None of this

bad guy. She told Adam I’m

huff and passes his hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I forgot to tell her

told her that back when

blinking back the

set things

help but think of Jimmy, and

all your

I told Tiffany because she

you. No one else knows the

“Not even me, apparently.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“F uck you.”