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

me like that? All because I wasn’t willing

the street when

right about Karl. Maybe I should be staying away from him. Maybe

if it does, I want it to

into my chair, my hands shaking as I grip the edge of

no doubt gossiping about the spectacle

the kind to air my dirty laundry in

my eyes, trying to hold back the tears. But

another, trickling down my cheeks as I let out a choked

not long before there’s a hesitant knock at

snap, my voice breaking. I’m in no mood to deal with anyone right now,

coming back to apologize.

I look up, fully prepared to unload my frustration on

It’s Karl. The epicenter of all of this,

do you want?” I hiss, narrowing my

is soft as he lingers in the doorway. I don’t

is stare unblinkingly up at him, praying

“Talk about what?”

behind him. For a moment,

warmth in his gaze,

It’s just like

gave up whenever I refused to talk about what

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

one of those times.

it Chloe?”

A silent s ob quakes my body, my lips pressing

enveloped me in a hug

I should push him away, but I don’t. I can’t. I

offer. Karl doesn’t speak, doesn’t question.

understanding that sometimes

I pull away slightly, my eyes still damp. “Why did Chloe

my best friend. It’s just not

come around,” Karl says gently. “You two have fought

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

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

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

concern and

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