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 happen

look. Karl just looks at me,

I turn to Karl. “I

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

him jog down the stairs,

necessary?” I ask, folding my arms over my

to me. “He owed

bit too

he asks, looking

me a talk.”

He wanders down the

green couch

edge of one of the chairs and I take the

ask. “I don’t think it’s really a good

wife after a divorce.”

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

up. “Is

you been the past few years?” The sudden

So much for discussing

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

white, and a few large windows look out

the cabinets a soft yellow to

on

wall and soft Persian carpets on the floor. My kitchen is fully

shelf shows off my best pots and pans. It’s not much, not compared

love

fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

tell if he really means it, but I don’t have the nerve to ask.

again, turning back to me. “And

force a

simple. A lot of things haven’t gone well, but that’s just the nature of

business. Opening a new restaurant and

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

for Karl to

“Good, that’s good.”

makes the air set heavy around us. I almost wish he’d get straight

with me. We were never

feels especially forced

you curious about how I’m doing?”

mention of him since the divorce. If he’s on the

If he’s attending a social event, I stay away from

live his perfect life without

to care about you,” I say, deciding that I should just be honest. “I

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

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

made three