Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 12 – Feel Jealous
Abby

A cool breeze drifts in through the kitchen window, and I cross the room to peer outside. I live on the

top floor of my building, and I’ve got a great view of a nearby park. Standing at the window, I can hear

the whoosh of the wind, and shouts down on the street.

I’ve been waiting to hear from Karl, but he hasn’t called yet. I need to know if my restaurant can open

tonight, so I can get started on everything. The more time that passes, the more tense I become. I

spent the past fifteen minutes staring at the phone, but like a watched pot, staring at it just made it less

likely to ever ring.

My door buzzes, shocking me from my stupor. I cross the bright space and down a narrow hall to the

door.

I press the button and lean in close. “Hello?”

“Abby, it’s Karl. Mind if I come up?”

I don’t answer for a moment. I didn’t exactly tell him where I live, but I guess I didn’t have to. With all

those investigators working for him, I’m sure he knows everything about my life here. As much as I

want to refuse, I don’t think it will deter him.

“Sure.”

Of course, he couldn’t just call.

I press the button to let him in and open my front door. There are only five floors, and it doesn’t take

long before I hear his footsteps on the stairs. He rounds the corner and smiles when he sees me

standing in the doorway. He’s holding a man by the collar, and he shoves him ahead.

“What are you doing here?” I turn to eye the man with him. “Who’s your friend?”

“Oh him?” Karl shoves the man to his knees in front of me. He looks up at Karl with wide eyes, then

turns to me with a pleading look.

“Go on,” Karl says.

“I’m very sorry Abby.” He looks up at me, and I have a hard time meeting his gaze. “I own The Crystal

Palace. I’m the one who made a complaint against your restaurant.”

“Oh.”

Karl snarls at him.

to make it right, and it won’t ever happen

Karl just looks at me, waiting for my

I turn to Karl. “I think you

the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry again,” he says, then he scrambles away,

jog down the stairs, a

that really necessary?” I ask,

me.

taken it a bit too far?” It’s just

head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking past me

me a talk.”

step out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the living room and I trail after

say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather

of one of the

to me about?” I ask. “I don’t think

wife after a divorce.”

expression unreadable. “I’m here on

up. “Is that

the past few years?” The

got whiplash. So much for discussing

around the apartment, taking it in for the first

and a few large windows look out at the

I painted the cabinets a soft

on

got paintings on the wall and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen is fully

shelf shows off my best pots and pans. It’s not much, not compared to our old villa, but

love how cozy it

been fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

if he really means it, but I don’t have the nerve to ask.

turning back to me. “And you’ve got

restaurant.” I force a smile. “It’s

never that simple. A lot of things haven’t gone well, but that’s just

new restaurant and

myself into it to

for Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

us. I almost

making polite chit-chat with me. We were never ones for small talk even when we

it feels especially forced

you curious about how I’m doing?” he asks

but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him

attending a social event, I stay away from the media. I’ve had no interest

his perfect life

me to care about you,” I say, deciding that I should

life. And come on, you’re the Alpha. You can have anything you

like you have, but it’s

I made