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

gives Karl a terrified look. Karl just looks at me,

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

shrugs, and the man jumps to his feet. “Sorry again,” he says, then he scrambles away,

curled in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a smug look on his

I ask, folding my arms over

back to me. “He

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

just shakes his head. “Can I come in?” he asks, looking past me into the

me a talk.”

out of the way. He wanders down the hall to the

to sit,” I say, gesturing to the green couch and the brown leather

the

I ask. “I don’t think

wife after a divorce.”

here

up.

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

So much for discussing the

for the first time. It’s not very

and a few large windows look out

the cabinets a soft

on the marble

soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen is

my best pots and pans. It’s not much, not

I love how cozy

fine,” I say.

He nods. “Nice place.”

means it, but I don’t have the

to

a restaurant.” I force a smile. “It’s

it’s never that simple. A lot of things

and being successful

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

Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

us. I almost wish he’d

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

it feels especially

about how I’m doing?” he asks after a

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

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

him live his perfect life

doesn’t make sense for me to care about you,” I say, deciding

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

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

made three