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.

Leah’s voice is laced with concern, but there’s also

hesitate.

do you explain something

though reading my thoughts.

behind you. But…” she pauses for a moment. “Just

to run back to

does everyone assume I’d go

think of

I can stop myself, “everyone seems to

us. And besides, if I do decide to end things with Adam, I want to

don’t need to jump from one relationship

of hurt

how we all feel

snap. “I’m

just… it’s been

“I

about one of our weekly

those.”

of pastries?” Leah teases. “It’s a date. I’ll

me. “Thanks, Leah.

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

to the bar for one last drink before

…

ambient lighting casts long, delicate shadows across the bar, wrapping everything

a sense of stillness, like

cradling a half-filled glass of

providing a faint comfort.

filters through the speakers, a melancholy tune that matches my mood perfectly.

floor recently mopped, and a

pristine, almost picture-perfect, but it feels hollow tonight.

missing its

still haunt me. Adam’s biting words, the tension

a chasm has formed overnight, swallowing the joy

relationship once held.

hardly notice the

I turn, and for a split second, everything else

“Adam.”

eyes, usually so warm and inviting, look heavy

tension that immediately sets me on edge. The bar’s ambient

does little to alleviate the storm of emotions brewing within

you doing here?” The surprise in my voice is unmistakable, the hurt

says, carefully taking the

if a single spark could ignite an

my thoughts. The cool liquid does little

know