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

myself into any more trouble. I don’t want him to know how much

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

I

winces.

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

I ever trusted you in the

forcing himself into my space. I take a

to go. “Don’t

his warm breath on my cheek. I clench

alone, Karl.

“Abby–”

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

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

that I’m angry, and hurt, and I feel betrayed and

least a little.

around my arms before I have the chance

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

impossible to ignore. I might hate it,

meet his piercing gaze. He squeezes my

my attention.

can be as mad at me as you want.

slightly, my

I wouldn’t mind

do,”

angry for as long as you want. But don’t

mine, and I

to move, but something stops me.

squeeze my eyes shut, and a tear slips

“Karl, I…”

the door behind us. Karl

my cheek and look

“Yes?” I call.

asking for

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

…

space and shuts

says, breaking the tense silence. “We should talk about what

night.”

the strap of my purse, not wanting to meet

earlier.

this is even more awkward than the first time we

would snowball into this major thing. Maybe I never

I’m even more certain that Adam is a good

just hope

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

realize maybe I overreacted. I think you just

me.”

time. He gives

red, and he’s tapping his fingers along his

“Sensitive in what way?”

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

me feel like s hit, you know? So, when you asked if we lack

about to do

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

feelings.