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 it won’t

gives Karl a terrified look. Karl just looks

to Karl. “I

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

jog down the stairs, a smug

necessary?” I ask, folding

turns back to me. “He owed you an

have taken it a bit too far?” It’s

I come in?” he asks, looking past me into

me a talk.”

down the hall to the living room

I say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown

edge of one of the chairs

you want to talk to me about?” I ask. “I don’t think it’s really

wife after a divorce.”

expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf of the pack for the

go up. “Is that

past few years?” The sudden change of

So much for discussing

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

few large windows look out at the street. The living room

and last winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to

on the marble

and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen

off my best pots and pans. It’s not much, not compared

love how cozy

been fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

he really means it, but I don’t have the nerve

back to me. “And you’ve got

I force

lot of things haven’t gone well, but that’s just the nature

restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly hard, and

it work. I’ve had to put all of myself into it to get the results I’ve gotten. But

to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

air set heavy around us. I almost wish he’d get straight to the

me. We were never ones for small talk even

it feels

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

I’ve avoided any mention of

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

his perfect

doesn’t make sense for me to care about you,” I say, deciding that I should just be

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

on like you have, but it’s not so easy. Especially when I regret the

made