Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 111
Abby

Chloe leaving sends me into a spiral.

Hot tears begin to pri ck at the backs of my eyes as I watch her fading form. Some of my other

employees are starting to trickle in, with Daisy at the helm, who nearly ran face-first into the slamming

door as Chloe brushed past her without so much as a greeting.

“Geez,” Daisy says, swinging the door open with a confused look on her face. Her ankle is all wrapped

up in an Ace bandage, but she seems much better after she rolled it. Ethan comes in behind her. I’ve

noticed recently that the two of them seem thick as thieves, but I pretend not to notice. It’s sweet, but

it’s not my business.

Daisy jerks her head toward Chloe as she approaches the bar. “What’s her problem?”

I shake my head and try to steady myself over my coffee. “Nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Daisy, picking up what I’m implying, scurries past to the back room without a word. Ethan, however,

doesn’t take the hint. Typical men.

“You good, Abby?” he asks, limping behind the bar and pouring himself a cup of coffee from the

machine. “You look like—”

“Just… Don’t,” I interrupt, unable to hide my annoyance any longer. Ethan shoots me a confused look,

but I don’t care at this point.

Still reeling from my argument with my best friend, I storm into my office, my heels clicking angrily

against the floor. The door slams behind me before anyone can so much as utter a word, leaving me

alone at last.

I’m overwhelmed, hurt, and furious all at once. Chloe was supposed to be my rock, my confidante, my

she just turn her back on me like that? All because

out on the street when he’s clearly trying to

I should be staying away from him. Maybe

want it to be

shaking as I grip the edge of my desk. I hear the distant chatter

gossiping about the spectacle that just unfolded. What’s worse is

laundry in public, and especially not in my

my palms against my eyes, trying to hold back the tears. But it’s

then another, trickling down my cheeks

there’s a hesitant knock at the

no mood to deal

coming back to apologize.

I look up, fully

Karl. The epicenter of all of this,

narrowing my eyes. “I said to

he lingers in the doorway. I

unblinkingly up at him,

“Talk about what?”

steps inside and closes the door gently behind him. For a moment,

with me. There’s a genuine warmth in his gaze, an unspoken

little. It’s just like when we were together, and he always

He never gave up whenever I refused

if it drove me insane, he always pushed me to tell him what

one of those times.

Chloe?”

quakes my body, my lips pressing into a quivering line. And before I know

in a hug before I’ve

boundaries, I should push him away, but I don’t. I can’t. I just let myself sink

comfort they offer. Karl doesn’t speak,

that sometimes silence speaks

my eyes still damp. “Why

friend, my best friend. It’s just

around,” Karl says gently. “You

know, but…” I take a deep breath and turn away, wiping my

something this serious. Not over…” My voice trails off,

over you, Karl, is what I almost say. But I don’t need

of genuine concern

caught off guard. “Why would you say that? This isn’t your mess