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, and it won’t ever happen

look. Karl just looks at me, waiting

appreciate the apology.” I turn to

the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry

him jog down the

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

back to me.

it a bit too far?” It’s just

he asks, looking

me a talk.”

of the way. He wanders down the hall

say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather armchairs. He

of the chairs and I take the

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

wife after a divorce.”

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

eyebrows go up. “Is

you been the past few years?” The sudden change of

whiplash. So much for discussing the Alpha

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

look out at

soft yellow to make the room cheerier.

rows on

Persian carpets on the floor.

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

and I love how cozy it

fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

it, but I don’t have the nerve to ask.

turning back to me.

got a restaurant.” I force a

lot of things haven’t gone well,

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

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

to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

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

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

it feels especially forced

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

I’ve avoided any mention of him since the

a social event, I stay away

live his perfect

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

come on, you’re the

wish I could move on like you have, but it’s not so easy. Especially when

I made three