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 won’t ever

Karl a terrified look. Karl just looks

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

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

him jog down the stairs,

necessary?” I ask, folding

turns back to me. “He

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

I come in?” he asks,

me a talk.”

out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the living room and I trail

the green

of one of the chairs and

me about?” I ask. “I

wife after a divorce.”

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

go up. “Is that

years?” The sudden change of subject makes me

got whiplash. So much for discussing

around the apartment, taking it in for the first time.

windows look out

cabinets a soft

on

soft Persian carpets on the floor. My

and pans. It’s not much,

I love how cozy

been fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

turning back to

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

of things haven’t gone well, but that’s just the nature

the food business. Opening a new restaurant and being

put all of myself into it to

for Karl to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

around us. I

with me. We were never ones for small talk even

and it feels especially

you curious about how I’m doing?” he

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

a social event, I stay

live his perfect life without

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

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

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

made