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, and it won’t ever

look. Karl just looks at

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

to his feet. “Sorry again,”

jog down

I ask, folding my arms over

me. “He owed you

a bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow things out

in?” he

me a talk.”

way. He wanders down

I say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather armchairs. He perches

one of the chairs and I

“I

wife after a divorce.”

unreadable. “I’m here on behalf

eyebrows go up. “Is that

nods. “How have you been the past few years?” The

So much for discussing

looks around the apartment, taking it in for the first time. It’s

few large windows look out at the street. The living room opens directly

painted the cabinets a soft yellow to make the room cheerier. Cookbooks

on the

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

off my best pots and pans. It’s not

and I love how cozy it

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

really means it, but I don’t

nods again, turning back to

I force a

never that simple. A lot of things haven’t gone well,

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

of myself into

for Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

the air set heavy around us. I

making polite chit-chat with me. We were

and it feels

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

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

social event, I stay away from the media.

his

about you,” I say, deciding that I should just be honest.

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

have, but it’s not so easy. Especially when I

I made