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

thought of attending a stuffy party with him doesn’t

stuck to his word; he

they see us there together. Will they

that’s never going to happen, especially not

I say. “I’ll leave you guys with your drinks if there’s nothing I can

giving me

but I’m still close enough to

did a number on her.” If only they knew

feet away,

the next table. That last remark

kitchen. It was a well-aimed blow. Karl really did do a number

he is, finishing what he

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

can’t stand how attracted I am to

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Karl

stack the plates in the sink. Jack pulls the nozzle down

one of the plates. Until they bring a new stack, there’s really nothing for me to

use

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

last conversation with Abby, I’m sort

I always knew that she would replace

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

chopping block.

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

I disappear for a few

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

when I unlock my locker, and I

that it’s

steak into the garbage earlier. That the one thing

He’s obsessed

success without being a bit of a

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

as he should. It shouldn’t even be a choice. If he agrees to leave her, then I’d