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,

terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting

apology.” I turn to Karl. “I think you can let

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

jog down the stairs, a smug look on

I ask, folding

turns back to me. “He owed you an

don’t think you might have taken it a bit too far?” It’s

shakes his head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking

me a talk.”

the way. He wanders down the hall

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

the

to me about?” I ask. “I don’t

wife after a divorce.”

“I’m here on behalf of the

eyebrows go up. “Is

been the past few years?” The sudden change of

much for discussing the Alpha

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

are white, and a few large windows look out at the street.

painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make the

rows on the marble

on the wall and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen is

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

I love how

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

really means it, but I

again, turning back to

a restaurant.” I force

things haven’t gone well, but

new restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly hard, and

myself into it to get the results I’ve

Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

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

chit-chat with me. We were never ones for

and it feels especially

how I’m doing?” he asks

a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce.

If he’s attending a social event, I stay away from the media.

him live his perfect life without

for me to care about you,” I say, deciding that I should just be honest. “I

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

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

made