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

don’t want him to

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

I say

winces. “I’m

time he’s ever really apologized

“I’m sorry I ever

into my space. I take a step

“Don’t say

his warm breath on my cheek. I clench my jaw and refuse

me alone, Karl.

“Abby–”

say it because of how he reacted last night. I know it’s the

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

that I’m angry, and hurt, and I feel betrayed and disgusted. Maybe I

least a little.

arms before I

spine straighten. I

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

chin and meet his piercing gaze. He squeezes my arms, not enough to hurt,

my attention.

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

he leans in. If I move even slightly, my lips will brush his. I hold myself still,

thought that maybe I wouldn’t

you do,” I

whatever you want. Be angry for as long as you want. But don’t ever say that you hate

mine, and I

to move, but something stops me.

again. I squeeze my eyes shut,

“Karl, I…”

us. Karl pulls away, turning from

across my cheek and

“Yes?” I call.

your fiancé is asking for you,”

but

…

space and shuts off his

breaking the tense silence. “We

night.”

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

earlier.

this is even more awkward than the first time we had this conversion. I didn’t

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

even

hope I haven’t

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

realize maybe I overreacted. I think you just hit

me.”

to face him for the first time. He gives me a

His cheeks are slightly red, and he’s tapping his fingers along his

“Sensitive in what way?”

told me it was because I was boring in bed. It

you know? So, when you asked if we lack passion,

you were about to

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

I wanted to do was hurt his feelings. “I wasn’t putting the blame on