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

and the thought of attending a stuffy party with him doesn’t sound all that fun. But a bet is

and he stuck to his word; he

what they’ll think if they see us there together. Will they

that’s never going to

guys with

giving

away, but I’m still close enough to hear Lauren’s cutting

“Karl really did a number on her.”

away,

to the next table. That last remark

to the kitchen. It was a well-aimed blow. Karl really

he is, finishing

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

attracted I am to

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Karl

stack the plates in the sink. Jack pulls the nozzle

they bring a new stack, there’s really nothing for me to do. I’m

use the

getting tired of shoveling food into the garbage, but I

conversation with Abby, I’m sort of worried that

that she would

time to make sure that I set things

chopping block.

take a quick break,” I say to Jack.

if I disappear for

for my locker where

I unlock my locker, and I

a menial task is that it’s given me a lot of

I was pushing bits of steak into the garbage earlier. That the one thing Adam

Abby is his job. He’s obsessed with it. He has to be. You don’t

success without being a bit of a

is the perfect thing for me to exploit. And

even be a choice. If he agrees to leave her, then I’d really