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.

make it right, and it won’t ever

Karl just looks at me, waiting for

the apology.” I turn to Karl.

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

him jog down the stairs, a smug look

that really necessary?” I ask, folding

turns back to me. “He owed you an

bit too far?” It’s just like

“Can I come in?” he asks, looking past me into the apartment. “You

me a talk.”

down the hall

free to sit,” I say, gesturing to the green couch and the

of one of the chairs and

to me about?” I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a good idea to contact

wife after a divorce.”

looks over at me, his expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf of the pack for the Alpha

go up.

nods. “How have you been the past few years?” The sudden change

So much

in for the first time. It’s not very large,

look out at the street. The living

and last winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to

on the marble

on the wall and soft Persian carpets on the

It’s not much, not

and I love how cozy it

been fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

he really means it, but I

turning back to

a restaurant.” I force a smile.

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

a new restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly

myself into it to get the results

for Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

us. I almost wish he’d get straight to the

with me. We were

it feels

how I’m doing?” he asks after a stretch of

avoided any mention

I stay away from the media. I’ve

live his perfect life

to care about you,” I say, deciding that

life. And come on, you’re the

like you have, but it’s

I made three years