Abby “I can’t. I’m busy here. I’ve told you a million times that I’m going to help Abby as long as she needs me.” “Your pack needs you.” I bite my lip and force myself to breathe quietly. I need to be ready to dash away if they make a move toward the door. Hopefully, I hear them before it’
Abby I feel him tense the moment the words leave my mouth. I want to take them back as silence stretches between us. He doesn’t seem to know what to say, and I avoid looking up at him. His hand falls off my shoulder. “No, but I’m guessing you do if you’re bringing it up.” “I mean, maybe a
“Well, I brought that up to him.” “Oh?” She leans forward. “Something tells me that didn’t exactly go well.” “Not exactly. I told him I think our relationship could use more passion. He took it pretty personally. I think I really hurt his feelings.” She shakes her head. “Oh, you for sure di
Abby One of his guards is standing at the front door, and his eyebrows go up when he sees me. I recognize him from back in the day. Jimmy, if I’m remembering right. We never interacted much. He was still new when we got our divorce. Does he know why Karl left me? Do all his staff think I cheated
Karl, however, appears mostly unperturbed. “I was already suspicious,” he says simply. “You two were always so… friendly together. And you always seemed to be putting on your cutest outfits to see him, pushing your tits together, sticking your ass out…” “Ew!” I blurt out, grimacing. “What is with
Abby Karl walks into the kitchen, and I force myself not to look at him as he strides over. I’m almost done prepping food for the line cooks, and I don’t have time to get into it with him. There’s only so much stress one person can handle before they go crazy, and I’m reaching my limit. We’
I could force him to move, but something stops me. The sort of something I’ll have to question later when I can think straight again. I squeeze my eyes shut, and a tear slips free. “Karl, I…” Suddenly, there’s a loud knock on the door behind us. Karl pulls away, turning from me. I wipe the b
Abby I climb back into my seat and give Adam an apologetic look. “Sorry,” I say. He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. I have to get up early, anyway.” He adjusts his seat and gives me a small smile.“I’ll stop by tomorrow night.” “Promise?” “I promise.” There’s a brief silence. A