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.

like that, even back then? Trying

with me?

no way of knowing now. But, this thought has given

a side road toward Gianna’s

need to have a

…

in approval as I knock on

beneath my hand, never having fully latched after its

only to halt in

my ever-reliable butler, is sitting there, casually chatting

while Gerald plasters a friendly

standing. “How nice

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

giving anything away. He grabs his coat

and smiles. “Actually, I was just leaving. I’ll see you

gaze again. “Karl… What brings you

door and look her straight in the

Abby were not only inappropriate

I raise my hand to stop her. “Let me finish.

that again, or make another unwarranted advance toward me, you’re fired. No second

“Karl, you can’t be

cut her off sharply, knowing what her implications will be before she even

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

If you have

elsewhere.”

her eyes filling with tears, and for a moment I think

her shoulders slumping in

down at her desk to avoid meeting

turn on my heels

her

the grand staircase that leads to

with

“I’ve decided that I’m going to write Abby a letter.

genuine letter that’s going to make her see exactly why I did

leather chair, then open up a new document on my laptop. My fingers hover over

out, it’s much more difficult

begin, then pause, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. It feels

distant.

that’ll win her back?” my

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

please hear me out—”