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.

going to make it right, and it

Karl a terrified look. Karl just looks at me, waiting for my

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

shrugs, and the man jumps to his feet.

in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look

necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over my

me. “He owed you

have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just like him

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

me a talk.”

way. He wanders down the hall to the living room

the green couch and the brown

the chairs

to me about?” I ask. “I don’t

wife after a divorce.”

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

up. “Is

few years?” The sudden change of subject

much for discussing

looks around the apartment, taking it in for the first

out at the street. The living room opens

soft yellow

rows on the

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

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

and I love

been fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

tell if he really means it, but I don’t have the nerve to ask. “Yeah, I like

back to me. “And

got a restaurant.” I force

of things haven’t gone

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

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

Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

set heavy around us. I almost wish he’d get straight

We were never

it feels especially

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

little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce. If he’s

I stay

him live his perfect

about you,” I say, deciding that I should

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

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

I made