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

and he takes a step closer. “I

I say

winces.

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

sorry I

the distance between us, forcing himself into my space. I take

go. “Don’t say that!” he

so close to me, I can feel his warm breath on my

Karl. You’re only

“Abby–”

say it because of how he reacted

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

is that I’m angry, and hurt, and I feel betrayed and disgusted. Maybe I do hate him,

least a little.

before I have the

spine straighten. I don’t want it

hate it, but he’s still the

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

my attention.

angry,” he says. “You can be as mad at me as you

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

maybe I wouldn’t mind

do,” I

as long as you want. But don’t ever say that you

forehead to mine, and

him to move, but something stops me.

think straight again. I squeeze my eyes shut, and a

“Karl, I…”

a loud knock on the door behind us. Karl

cheek and look up at

“Yes?” I call.

fiancé is asking

but he can’t seem

…

parking space and shuts off

tense silence. “We should talk about what happened the

night.”

with the strap of my purse, not wanting to meet his

earlier.

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

be honest that it would snowball into this major thing. Maybe I

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

hope I haven’t ruined

It was

calmed down, I realize maybe I overreacted. I think you just hit on a

me.”

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

he’s tapping his fingers along his leg

“Sensitive in what way?”

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

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

were about to do the

to break up with you,” I say, placing a hand on his

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