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

terrified look. Karl just looks

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

man jumps to his feet. “Sorry again,”

watches him jog down the stairs,

really necessary?” I ask,

to me. “He owed

it a bit too far?” It’s just

in?” he asks, looking

me a talk.”

the way. He wanders down the hall

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

edge of one of the chairs and

I ask. “I don’t

wife after a divorce.”

his expression unreadable. “I’m here on

eyebrows go up. “Is that

the past few years?” The sudden change of subject makes me

So much for discussing the Alpha

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

a few large windows look out at

painted the cabinets a soft

rows on

Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen is

shows off my best pots and pans. It’s

I love how cozy it

fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

I don’t have the nerve to ask. “Yeah,

nods again, turning back to me. “And you’ve got

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

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

and being successful at it is incredibly

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

to know all

“Good, that’s good.”

around us. I

were never ones for small talk even when

it feels especially

about how I’m doing?” he

can’t help but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention of him since the divorce.

I stay away

live his perfect life without

me to care about you,” I say, deciding

to get on with my life. And come on,

like you have, but it’s not

made