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

look. Karl just looks at me, waiting

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

man jumps to his feet.

watches him jog down the stairs,

necessary?” I ask, folding my arms

turns back to me. “He owed

think you might have taken it a bit too far?”

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

me a talk.”

of the way. He wanders down the hall to

the green couch

of one of the chairs and I

I ask. “I don’t think it’s really a good idea to contact

wife after a divorce.”

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

eyebrows go up. “Is that

few years?” The sudden change

got whiplash. So much for discussing the

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

large windows look out at the street. The living room

a soft yellow to make the room cheerier. Cookbooks sit

rows on

soft Persian carpets

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

love how

been fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

tell if he really means it, but I don’t have

to me. “And you’ve got

I’ve got a restaurant.” I force a smile.

of things haven’t gone

Opening a new restaurant and being successful at

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

to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

heavy around us.

We were never

feels

doing?” he asks after

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

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

him live his perfect life without

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

life. And come on, you’re the Alpha.

have,

made three