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

just looks at

to Karl.

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

in. Karl watches him jog down

ask, folding my arms over my

back to me. “He owed you

have taken it a bit too

I come in?” he asks, looking past

me a talk.”

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

green couch and the brown leather armchairs. He

of one of the chairs and

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

wife after a divorce.”

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

go up. “Is

few years?” The sudden change

So much for discussing

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

are white, and a few large windows look out at the street. The living room opens directly

the cabinets a soft yellow to

on the marble

carpets on the floor.

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

and I love how cozy it

fine,” I

He nods. “Nice place.”

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

nods again, turning back to

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

simple. A lot of things haven’t

and being

all of myself

Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

makes the air set heavy around us. I almost wish

making polite chit-chat with me. We were never ones

and it feels especially forced

curious about how I’m doing?” he

any mention of him since the divorce.

watch. If he’s attending a social event, I stay away from the media.

him live his perfect life

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

And come on, you’re the Alpha. You

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

I made three years