Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 92: The Butler’s Secret — Part I

Karl

As I watch the train speed away, a new form of emptiness settles in my stomach.

Abby is pissed at me; I know that. I know that what I did with Adam was messed up, and I guess I

hoped in some sort of naive way that she would never find out. Well, she found out. And she’s furious.

Hell, she might not even want to see me ever again.

“You’ve got to fix this,” my wolf growls, his voice stern in the back of my mind.

“You think I don’t know that?” snap back internally as I begin to make my way back to the car. “But at

this point, I don’t even know if Abby will listen to me anymore. You saw how pissed she was this

morning.”

“Make her listen, then. She’ll cool off and will be more willing to hear you out with time.”

“And what until then?” I ask. “What the hell am I supposed to do while I wait for her to miraculously

‘cool off’?”

My wolf pauses for a moment. I put the car in drive and pull out of the parking lot, and that’s when he

speaks up again.

“You can start with that awful secretary of yours,” he finally says. “Show Abby where your loyalties lie.

That secretary has been a point of contention since the beginning.”

As much as I hate to admit it, I know that my wolf is right. Gianna has been a problem, even more so

now that I know what her true motives are. If she really has had feelings for me all these years, I would

have to wonder whether these feelings of hers ever impacted certain things.

In fact, I remember Abby mentioning on multiple occasions that she had to make an appointment with

my secretary just to see me; which, now that I think about it, was never true.

At the time, I thought that Abby was just misremembering things, or maybe exaggerating because she

was angry. But now I know better. Gods, I should’ve listened to Abby from the beginning.

to sow discord in little ways like that, even back then?

with me?

thought has given

a side road toward

need to have a

…

in approval as I knock

never having fully latched after its

only to

ever-reliable butler, is sitting there, casually chatting with her

wide while Gerald plasters a friendly smile on his

he says, standing. “How nice to

here, Gerald?” I ask. I didn’t know that the two of

catch-up,” Gerald replies, his face not giving anything

of the chair and smiles. “Actually, I was just leaving. I’ll see

my gaze again. “Karl… What brings you

look her straight in the

Abby were not

my hand to stop her. “Let

unwarranted advance toward me, you’re

can’t be serious. I thought

I cut her off sharply, knowing what her implications will be before

sorry, but I never have and I never will. Abby

again. If you have a problem with that, then you

elsewhere.”

at me, her eyes filling with tears, and for

her shoulders slumping in

at her desk

say anything else. I turn on my

with her

staircase that leads to my office. The

with a mixture

my wolf. “I’ve decided that I’m going

her see exactly why

a

it’s much more difficult than I thought to draft

Abby,” I begin, then pause, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen.

distant.

win her back?” my wolf asks with a scoff. “Try

is empty again. “Alright, let’s try something

please hear me out—”