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

Karl just looks at me, waiting for my

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

and the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry

curled in. Karl watches him jog down

ask, folding my arms over

to me. “He

think you might have taken it a bit too far?” It’s just like him to blow things

he asks, looking past me into the apartment.

me a talk.”

down

to the green couch and the

of the chairs and I

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

wife after a divorce.”

his expression unreadable. “I’m here on

up.

the past few years?” The sudden change

got whiplash. So much for discussing the Alpha

the first

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

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

on the

wall and soft Persian carpets on the

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

and I love

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

means it, but I don’t have the

turning back to

force a smile. “It’s doing really

of things

restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly hard,

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

for Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

air set heavy around us. I almost

me. We were never ones

it feels especially forced

I’m doing?” he asks after a stretch of

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

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

his perfect life

about you,” I say, deciding that I

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

wish I could move on like you have, but it’s

I made three years