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

I don’t want him to know how

he takes a step

I

visibly winces. “I’m

he’s ever really apologized to me

between us. “I’m sorry I ever trusted

between us, forcing himself into my space. I take a step

“Don’t say

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

Karl. You’re

“Abby–”

of how he

sure if it’s really what

and I feel betrayed and disgusted. Maybe

least a little.

broad hands around my arms before I have

my spine straighten. I don’t want it to, but his

impossible to ignore. I might hate

squeezes my arms, not enough to hurt, but

my attention.

can be as mad at me as you want.

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

thought that maybe I wouldn’t mind if they

you do,” I

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

and I tense

move, but something stops me. The sort of something

again. I squeeze

“Karl, I…”

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

hand across my cheek

“Yes?” I call.

asking

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

…

pulls into a parking space and shuts off

says, breaking the tense silence. “We

night.”

wanting to meet his

Karl earlier. “Yeah, we

awkward than the first time we had this conversion. I

it would snowball into this major thing. Maybe

even more certain that Adam is

hope

that. It was an immature thing to do,” he

that I’ve calmed down, I realize maybe I overreacted.

me.”

He gives me a

red, and he’s tapping his

“Sensitive in what way?”

ex-girlfriend broke up with me, she told me it was

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

I thought you were about to do the

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

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