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.

to make it right, and

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

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

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

in. Karl watches him jog down the stairs, a

ask, folding my arms over

turns back to me.

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

come in?” he asks, looking past me into the apartment. “You

me a talk.”

step out of the way. He wanders down

the green couch and the brown

of the

you want to talk to me about?” I ask. “I don’t

wife after a divorce.”

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

up.

have you been the past few years?” The sudden

much for discussing the

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

look out at the street. The

cabinets a soft yellow to make the

rows on the

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

pans. It’s not much, not compared to our

I love how

fine,”

He nods. “Nice place.”

I

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

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

course, it’s never that simple. A lot of things haven’t

restaurant and being successful at it is incredibly hard, and

to put all of myself into it to get

Karl to know

“Good, that’s good.”

air set heavy around us. I almost wish

chit-chat with me. We were never ones for small

it feels especially

you curious about how I’m doing?” he

can’t help but cringe a little. I’ve avoided any mention

I stay away from the media. I’ve had

him live his perfect life

me to care about you,” I say, deciding that I should just be

life. And come on, you’re

you have, but it’s not so

I made three years