Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 33: The Aftermath
Abby

Karl walks into the kitchen, and I force myself not to look at him as he strides over. I’m almost done

prepping food for the line cooks, and I don’t have time to get into it with him. There’s only so much

stress one person can handle before they go crazy, and I’m reaching my limit.

We’re booked out again, and one of my waiters called in sick, making us even more understaffed than

usual. If not, I probably would have told Karl to just go home. I need to repost my ad sometime soon.

There must be people out there who want to work in the kitchen, even as a dishwasher. I don’t know if I

can keep working with him after everything.

He stops at my station and hovers for a moment. I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t. I slide

the pile of carrots off the edge of the blade and give him an arch look. “What do you want, Karl?” “Can

we talk for a moment?”

“No. I’m busy.” I don’t have time to deal with Karl and his b ullsh it.

“We can talk here if it’s easier,” he says.

He knows that’s not going to happen. John is standing two feet away, not to mention Daisy and Freddy

chatting in the corner with Jack. The last thing I need is for everyone to find out we used to be married,

or that Karl is an Alpha.

“Fine,” I snap, putting down the knife. “But I don’t have a lot of time.”

He follows me into my office, closing the door behind him. I turn to face him and cross my arms over

my chest. I can’t imagine what he plans to accomplish in the next few minutes. Continuing our

argument from last night isn’t going to get him anywhere.

He must read those thoughts on my face because he puts his hands up. “I don’t want to argue, Abby. I

just want to talk.”“I have nothing to say to you.”

He takes a step forward but stops when I narrow my eyes. “Please, Abby. You have to know I didn’t

mean to hurt you.”

“Well, if you didn’t mean to, then it must be alright.”

He runs his fingers through his hair, looking slightly flustered. It’s probably the first time I’ve seen him

like this, but I’m too angry to care.

“I can’t believe you didn’t even trust me enough to talk to me about it,” I say.

“Abby–”

I cut him off before he can continue. If he’s going to force me to talk, then I might as well get this off my

chest. “I trusted you. I never would have done something like that to you, but you were so quick to

believe it, anyway. How could you?” My voice breaks a little at the end, and I close my mouth before I

I don’t want him to know

sorrowful expression crosses his face, and he takes a step

I

winces. “I’m

sorry?” It’s maybe the first time he’s ever

sorry I ever trusted you in the

us, forcing himself into my space. I take a step back, but

“Don’t say that!” he

breath on my

me alone, Karl. You’re only

“Abby–”

I mostly say it because of how he reacted last night. I know

really what I want to say.

angry, and hurt, and I feel betrayed and disgusted. Maybe

least a little.

around my arms before I

his voice makes my spine straighten. I don’t want it to, but his

to ignore. I might hate it, but he’s still

his piercing gaze. He squeezes my arms,

my attention.

he says. “You can be as mad at me as you want. I know I

If I move even slightly, my lips will brush his.

that maybe I wouldn’t mind if

you do,” I

whatever you want. Be angry for as long as you

forehead to mine, and I

me. The sort of something I’ll have to

I can think straight again. I squeeze my eyes shut, and a tear slips

“Karl, I…”

a loud knock on the door behind us.

my cheek and look up

“Yes?” I call.

asking for

one last look, but he can’t

…

space and shuts

says, breaking the tense silence.

night.”

fiddle with the strap of my purse, not wanting to meet his gaze. Especially not after

earlier.

is even more awkward than the first time we had this

this major

gone down with Karl, I’m even more certain that Adam is a

I just hope I

starters, I’m sorry for taking off like that. It was an immature thing to do,” he says. I

that I’ve calmed down, I realize maybe I overreacted. I think you just hit on a sensitive

me.”

to face him for the first time. He gives me

he’s tapping

“Sensitive in what way?”

with me, she told me it was

you know? So, when you asked

you were about

I say, placing a hand on his arm. I can’t help

hurt his feelings. “I wasn’t putting