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.

right, and

look. Karl just looks at me, waiting

apology.” I turn to Karl. “I think

feet. “Sorry again,” he says,

down the

necessary?” I ask, folding my arms

back to me. “He owed you

have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow

he asks, looking past me into

me a talk.”

down the hall to the living

to sit,” I say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather

of the chairs

ask. “I don’t think it’s really a

wife after a divorce.”

here on behalf of

go up. “Is

few years?” The sudden

got whiplash. So much

in for the first time. It’s

white, and a few large windows look out at the street. The living room opens directly into

last winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make

on the

carpets on the floor. My

It’s not much, not compared to our old

I love how

fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

really means it, but I

turning back to

force

A lot of things haven’t gone well, but

business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly hard, and

can’t make it work. I’ve had to put all of myself into it to get the results I’ve gotten. But

to

“Good, that’s good.”

heavy around us. I almost

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

feels especially

doing?” he

I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s

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

live his perfect life

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

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

have, but it’s not

made three years