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

trouble. I don’t want him to know how much he’s hurt

his face, and he takes a

I say

winces. “I’m

It’s maybe the first time he’s ever really apologized to me

between us. “I’m sorry I ever

forcing himself into

“Don’t say that!” he

his warm breath on my cheek. I

leave me alone, Karl.

“Abby–”

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

the most. But honestly, I’m not sure if it’s really what I want to say. What do I want to say?

and I feel betrayed and disgusted.

least a little.

his broad hands around my arms before I have the chance to slip away. “Look

pure command in his voice makes my spine

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

his piercing gaze. He squeezes my arms, not enough to hurt, but enough to

my attention.

that you’re angry,” he says. “You can be as mad at me as you want. I know I deserve it.”

my

that maybe I wouldn’t mind if

you do,” I

you want. But don’t ever say

to mine, and I tense even further.

him to move, but something stops me. The sort

think straight again. I squeeze my

“Karl, I…”

a loud knock on the door behind us. Karl pulls away, turning from me. I wipe

hand across my cheek

“Yes?” I call.

your fiancé is asking for you,”

one last look, but he can’t seem to meet

…

parking space and shuts off

silence.

night.”

my purse, not wanting to meet his gaze. Especially not

earlier. “Yeah,

more awkward than the first time we had this

it would snowball into this major thing.

After everything that’s gone down with Karl, I’m even

hope I

for taking off like that. It was an immature thing to do,” he

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

me.”

first time. He gives me a

and he’s tapping his fingers along his leg in a

“Sensitive in what way?”

she told me it

when you asked if we lack passion, it kind of reminded

I thought you were about to

up with you,” I say, placing a hand on his arm. I can’t help but

hurt his feelings. “I wasn’t putting the blame on you or anything.