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 doesn’t sound all that

stuck to his word;

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

going to happen,

is,” I say. “I’ll leave you guys with

says, giving me a false

to walk away, but I’m still close enough

of them giggles. “Karl really did a number on her.” If only

feet away,

next table. That last remark stays

kitchen. It was a well-aimed blow. Karl

here he is, finishing

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

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

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Karl

the plates

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

to use

all honesty, I’m getting tired of shoveling food into the garbage,

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

knew that she would replace me, eventually,

that I set things right with her

chopping block.

break,” I say to Jack. He nods. Things have slowed down a little, so it

I disappear for a few

breakroom, going straight for my locker where I keep my phone.

locker, and I pull

the good things about doing a menial task is that it’s given me a lot of time to think. It

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

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

success without being a bit of

for me to exploit. And if Adam goes for it, he doesn’t love

even be a choice. If he agrees to leave her,