Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 44: The Truth
Abby

The door to my office clicks shut, its noise echoing in the room, serving as a final punctuation to Karl’s

exit.

I watch him go, and the residue of our past, thick with pain and longing, clings to me, making it hard to

breathe.

A sigh escapes me as I lean back into my chair, the cool leather pressing against my back, providing a

temporary relief.

The whiff of the past and our complicated relationship is still strong in the air. Passing a hand over my

face, I let the sensation of touch distract me momentarily. How I wish things could be different, simpler.

But my heart is still entangled with Adam’s, and the thought of ending it leaves me adrift in a sea of

uncertainty. I haven’t made my decision yet; I love Adam. He’s been my rock for a long time now. We

have plenty in common, and he’s sweet and caring…

But he just doesn’t seem to have the same passion for me as I would hope he would. He’s sweet, yes,

but I don’t feel like a priority in his life.

I want him to want me; I want him to get angry and jealous over Karl, I want him to have sex with me, I

want him to show up when he says he will because he can’t get enough of me. And yet here I am, a

ring on my finger, and he can hardly make time for me. It makes me feel worthless.

Then there’s Karl. Sweet Karl. He’s changed so much recently. He’s become kinder, more

understanding. He still has his rough edges, his undeniable Alpha attitude, but that’s what I like about

him.

But he divorced me. His words may be dripping with sweetness now, but nothing can erase that fact.

My phone vibrates on my desk, its sudden intrusion breaking through my thoughts. The screen displays

Leah’s name. Picking it up, I answer, “Hey.”

“Abby, Chloe told me about what happened. Not just with Adam, but… your burn. Are you okay?”

I glance down at my arm, the scarlet mark still raw and angry. “I’m fine now. Got the burn taken care

of,” I reply, attempting to sound more upbeat than I feel.

is laced with concern, but there’s also an underlying

hesitate.

explain something you don’t fully understand

end, as though reading

and Adam, know that I’m behind you. But…” she pauses for a

to run

courses through me. Why does everyone assume

they think of

before I can stop myself, “everyone seems

decide to end things with Adam, I want to be

while. I don’t need to jump from

of hurt

we all feel

me. I didn’t mean to snap. “I’m sorry, Leah,”

on me. “It’s just… it’s been a

“I know, Abby. It’s okay. Want me

tugs at my lips. “How about one of our weekly tea dates? With

those.”

an avalanche of pastries?” Leah

me. “Thanks, Leah. It means

leaving me wrapped in my own thoughts once again. With a

bar for one last drink before

…

long, delicate shadows across the bar,

shroud. There’s a sense of stillness, like the

alone at the sleek mahogany counter, cradling a half-filled glass of white wine,

providing a faint comfort.

the speakers, a melancholy tune that matches my mood

floor recently mopped, and

is pristine, almost picture-perfect, but it

scene missing its

last night still haunt me. Adam’s

has formed overnight, swallowing the joy

relationship once held.

hardly notice the tap on my shoulder until

I turn, and for a split second,

“Adam.”

eyes, usually so warm and inviting, look heavy with emotion.

a palpable tension that immediately sets me on edge. The bar’s ambient lighting creates

him, but it does little to alleviate the storm of emotions

The surprise in my voice is unmistakable, the hurt even

to see you, Abby,” he says, carefully taking the seat next to me.

a single spark could ignite

wine to gather my

don’t know