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.

it right,

look. Karl just looks at me, waiting for my

turn to Karl. “I think

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

down the stairs, a smug look on his

really necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over my

me. “He owed you

think you might have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow things out

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

me a talk.”

way. He wanders down the hall to the

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

edge of one of the chairs and I

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

wife after a divorce.”

me, his expression unreadable. “I’m here on behalf

up. “Is

past few years?” The sudden change of

So much for discussing the Alpha

around the apartment, taking it in for the first

out at the street. The living room opens

soft yellow to make

on

on the wall and soft Persian carpets

and pans. It’s not much, not compared to

love how cozy

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

if he really means it, but I

nods again, turning back to me.

I’ve got a restaurant.” I force a

simple. A lot of things haven’t gone well,

the food business. Opening a new restaurant and being successful at

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.”

around us. I almost

with me. We were

feels

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

cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s on the TV,

attending a social event, I stay away from

him live his perfect life

to care about you,” I say, deciding that

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

like you have, but it’s not so easy. Especially when

made three