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

into any more trouble. I don’t want him to

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

I say

visibly winces. “I’m

ever really apologized

what happened between us. “I’m sorry I ever trusted you in the

forcing himself into my

“Don’t say

feel his warm breath on my

leave me alone, Karl. You’re only making

“Abby–”

hate you.” I mostly say it because of how he reacted last night. I know

what I want to say. What do I

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

least a little.

I have the chance to slip away. “Look at me,”

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

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 it.” His

in. If I move even slightly, my

that maybe I wouldn’t mind

you do,” I

you want. But

and I tense even

but something stops me. The sort of something I’ll have

think straight again. I squeeze my eyes shut,

“Karl, I…”

knock on the door behind us. Karl pulls away, turning from me. I wipe

across my cheek and look up at the

“Yes?” I call.

asking for

one last look, but he

…

a parking space and shuts

the tense silence. “We should talk about

night.”

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

Karl earlier. “Yeah,

the first time

would snowball into this major thing. Maybe I never should have brought

I’m even more certain that Adam is a good

hope

was an

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

me.”

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

and he’s tapping his fingers along his leg in

“Sensitive in what way?”

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

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

I thought you were about to do the same

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

his feelings. “I wasn’t