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 just looks at me, waiting

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

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

jog down the stairs,

ask,

to me. “He owed you an

don’t think you might have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow things out

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

me a talk.”

down the

say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather

the chairs

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

wife after a divorce.”

“I’m here on behalf of the pack for the

go up. “Is

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

whiplash. So much for discussing

around the apartment, taking it in for the first time. It’s not very

out at the street.

a soft yellow to make the room cheerier.

on

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

and pans. It’s not

I love how cozy it

been fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

back to me.

a restaurant.” I force a smile. “It’s doing really

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

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

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

to

“Good, that’s good.”

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

polite chit-chat with me. We were

it feels especially forced

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

avoided any mention of him since

social event, I stay away from the media. I’ve had no interest

his perfect life without

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

on, you’re the Alpha.

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

made