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

terrified look. Karl just looks

I appreciate the apology.” I turn to Karl. “I think you

to his feet. “Sorry again,” he

Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look on his

I ask,

to me. “He owed you

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

I come in?” he

me a talk.”

but step out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the living room

green couch and the brown leather armchairs.

the chairs

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

wife after a divorce.”

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

go up. “Is that

past few years?” The sudden change of subject makes

got whiplash. So much

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

are white, and a few large windows look out at the street. The living room opens directly

and last winter I painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make

on

paintings on the wall and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen is fully stocked,

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

love how cozy

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

means it, but I don’t have

back to me. “And

force a smile. “It’s

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

restaurant and being successful at it

I’ve had to put all of myself into it to

for Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

around us.

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

it feels especially forced

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

any mention of him since

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

live his perfect life

make sense for me to care about you,” I say, deciding that I

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

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

made three