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

attending a stuffy party with him doesn’t sound

stuck to his

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

going to happen, especially

“I’ll leave you guys with your drinks if there’s

says, giving

close enough to hear Lauren’s cutting remark.

One of them giggles. “Karl really did a number

away,

shoulders and move on to the next table.

well-aimed blow. Karl really did do a number

here he is, finishing what he

I narrow my eyes at him.

really can’t stand how attracted I am to him,

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Karl

the plates in the

they bring a new stack, there’s really

to use the big-boy

shoveling food into the garbage, but

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

of these days. I always knew that she would replace me, eventually, but I hoped that it wouldn’t

need time to make sure that I set things right with her before she decides to put

chopping block.

I say to Jack. He nods. Things have slowed

if I disappear for a few

the breakroom, going straight for my locker where I keep my

my locker, and

is that

steak into the garbage earlier. That

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

without being a bit

the perfect thing for me to exploit. And

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