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

face, and he takes a step closer. “I never wanted to

did,” I say

visibly winces. “I’m

It’s maybe the first time he’s ever really apologized to me for anything, but

between us. “I’m sorry I

forcing himself into my

“Don’t say that!” he

warm breath on my cheek. I clench my

me alone, Karl. You’re only making

“Abby–”

how he reacted

it’s really what I want to say. What do I want to

and I feel

least a little.

arms before I have the chance to

pure command in his voice makes my spine

hate it,

He squeezes my arms, not enough

my attention.

can be as mad at me as you want. I know I deserve it.”

If I move even slightly, my lips will brush his. I hold myself still, forcing

thought that maybe I wouldn’t mind if

do,”

long as you

and I

to move, but something stops me.

straight again. I squeeze my

“Karl, I…”

loud knock on the door behind us. Karl pulls away,

my cheek and look up at

“Yes?” I call.

your fiancé is asking

give Karl one last look, but

…

parking space and shuts

silence. “We should talk about what happened the

night.”

of my purse, not wanting to meet

earlier. “Yeah, we

more awkward than the first time we had this

honest that it would snowball into this major thing. Maybe I never should have brought

I’m even

just hope I haven’t ruined

that. It was

maybe I overreacted. I think

me.”

the first time. He gives me a sideways glance but looks away

and he’s tapping his fingers along

“Sensitive in what way?”

broke up with me, she told me it was because I was boring

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

I thought you were about to

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

his feelings.