Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 35: Karl’s Idea
Abby

I weave through the tables, greeting my customers. A lot of my regulars are here tonight, and I stop at

Emily’s table. She’s here with her friends, Lunas like her. I know most of them from when Karl and I

were married.

Emily looks up at me, and I plaster on a smile. “Hi, dear,” she says, her tone as patronizing as ever.

“Wonderful food tonight.”

She gestures to her empty plate, and I wave over Freddy. He walks to us. “Clear these,” I say. He nods

and takes their plates away.

“He’s yummy,” one of her friends says, watching him stride away.

“He sure is,” Emily agrees.

She looks up at me and I force a smile. “Is there anything I can get for you guys?”

“No, dear. We’re just finishing up our drinks.” She lifts her martini to her lips and takes a sip.

“We were just talking about the Alpha party,” her friend Lauren adds. We used to make polite chit-chat

with each other at Alpha events. Now she looks at me like I’m miles beneath her. It makes my anger

flare. Luckily, I’ve gotten good at hiding my feelings, and I don’t think my smile changes when my gaze

lands on her.

“Oh, that should be fun,” I say.

“It’s really too bad you won’t be there,” Emily replies. “We miss having you at all these events.”

I seriously doubt she misses it at all. I don’t bother to tell her she might actually see me there. I’m

assuming Karl still plans to take me, but I haven’t inquired recently. We’re not exactly on good terms

a stuffy party with him

and he stuck to

they’ll think if they see us there together. Will they think we’ve reconciled?

going to happen,

guys with your drinks if there’s nothing I

giving me

close enough to hear Lauren’s cutting remark. “Oh,

really did a number

feet away, cleaning

and move on to the next table.

back to the kitchen. It was a well-aimed

is, finishing what

when I walk in, and I narrow my eyes at him. His eyebrows go

I really can’t stand how attracted I am to him, it’s almost like

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Karl

turn away from Abby’s cutting glare and stack the plates in the sink.

of the plates. Until they bring a new stack, there’s

use

all honesty, I’m getting tired of shoveling food into the garbage, but I know better at this point

I’m sort of worried that she’s going to kick

days. I always knew that she would replace me, eventually, but

sure that I set things right with her before

chopping block.

going to take a quick break,” I say to Jack. He nods. Things have slowed down a

disappear for a

wander into the breakroom, going straight for my

my locker, and I pull

a menial task is that

of steak

not more, than Abby is his job. He’s obsessed with it.

success without being a bit of

exploit. And

he should. It shouldn’t even be a choice. If he agrees to leave