Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 46: A Dangerous Game
Karl

“What do you want?”

Adam’s voice is apprehensive, and for good reason. It’s not everyday that I set food inside his

restaurant, and it’s certainly not everyday that I show up telling him that I have a proposition for him.

But I’ve been plotting this for a long time.

Abby clearly doesn’t realize that Adam doesn’t care about her as much as he should. Or maybe she

does, but she doesn’t seem ready to leave him for some strange reason. She deserves better—she

deserves me. And maybe she just needs a little push to get the gears in motion. I swear, once she’s

free from Adam, she’ll realize just how much of a mess their ‘relationship’ is. And I know exactly what

it’ll take to convince him to leave.

The ingredients.

I’ve been holding onto them for a while now, waiting for the perfect time. And after what happened the

other night, when Adam stood his own fiancee up for a dinner date, I think it’s finally time.

“Let’s talk in private,” I say, smirking slightly. “You free later?”

Adam looks around with a puzzled look on his face. “Why? Why can’t we talk here, now?”

I shake my head. “Trust me, Adam; I’m not planning on doing anything shady if that’s what you’re

worried about. I just have something I want to show you.”

“Look, man, whatever it is, I’m not interested,” he says. “I’ve got a restaurant to run.” I watch as he

tosses a dishcloth over his shoulder and heads for the kitchen. Sliding down from my barstool, I follow

him. When my hand makes contact with the swinging kitchen door, stopping it from closing in my face,

he whirls around and gives me another puzzled look.

“But this is about your restaurant,” I say, stepping into the bustling kitchen. “I swear. You won’t want to

pass this up.”

With a sigh, Adam looks around warily and finally shrugs. “Alright. Meet me outside later, I guess. I’ve

got a lunch rush to deal with. ‘Kay?”

“‘Kay.”

…

and just as promised, I’m waiting outside the restaurant. There’s an

what I’ll say to Abby

to do after

and I know that he won’t pass

leaning on me,

but eventually she’ll realize that I have changed—and

history from there.

door to the restaurant swings open, and Adam steps

on his apron. The cold evening breeze rustles his hair as he tosses a bag of trash

nearby bin.

call out, stepping into the

momentarily. I can see him stiffly wipe his hands on his apron again, as though

of his, before he turns to

his chest. “What did you have to

I say, a slight smile playing on my lips as

it into the inner pocket of my

lead him to my sleek, black car parked down

city surrounds us, punctuated by the distant h onking of cars and the laughter of

night wanderers.

car, I click the button on my key

contents inside.

bins filled with the crème de la

picked white truffles, caviar, and even a jar of edible gold

that’s only

chef in him taking over as he

over the precious items.

he whispers, his voice filled

back hundreds, even thousands!”

a triumphant smile. “Connections. People

says with a chuckle.

With a grin, Adam picks up a glass jar filled with rare mushrooms. That jar alone

asks, turning it in the

of the car.

and gingerly places the jar back

look at me once more. There’s an apprehensive look on his

this?”

before giving him my practiced answer. “These ingredients could be

to mine,

comes next. “I want you to break up

straightens, his face a mask of disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me. All

would I?”

continue, “I’ve been observing, Adam.

It’s clear to me you might not be as invested

swing her way, if you catch my

a moment, silence envelops us, the weight of my words sinking in. Adam looks like

“What are