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

want him to know how

sorrowful expression crosses his face, and he takes a step closer. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

I say

winces.

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

“I’m sorry I

into my space. I take

go. “Don’t say that!” he

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

alone, Karl. You’re only making

“Abby–”

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

know is that I’m angry, and hurt, and

least a little.

his broad hands around my arms before I have the

voice makes my spine straighten. I don’t

ignore. I might hate

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

my attention.

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

slightly, my lips will brush his. I hold myself still,

thought that maybe I wouldn’t mind if

you do,”

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

mine, and I tense even further. “Please,

move, but something stops me. The sort of something

I can think straight again. I squeeze

“Karl, I…”

there’s a loud knock on the door behind us.

my hand across my cheek and

“Yes?” I call.

fiancé is asking for you,”

last look, but

…

space and shuts off

breaking the tense silence. “We should talk about

night.”

purse, not wanting

Karl earlier. “Yeah, we

more awkward than the first time we had

would snowball into this

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

I just hope I

I’m sorry for taking off like that. It was an immature thing to

maybe I overreacted. I think you just hit on

me.”

turn to face him for the first time. He gives me a sideways glance but looks

at him. His cheeks are slightly red, and he’s tapping his fingers along his leg in a

“Sensitive in what way?”

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

when you asked if

thought you were about to

up with you,” I say, placing a hand on his arm. I

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