Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0278

It’s the question I’ve been dreading because the answer isn’t going to be something that they want to

hear. But everyone is staring at me, and I can’t bring myself to lie.

“Stories,” I say finally. “Real stories about real people. That’s what matters to me.”

There’s a moment of silence, and a flicker of something that looks like disappointment flashes across

Elise’s gaze. “How... quaint,” she manages, before turning her attention to Meg’s phone, who is

scrolling through her most recent bikini pictures and talking about her breast augmentation.

All I can do is sit, my spine stiff in my chair. My gaze meets Marcus’ from across the room, who just

shoots me a subtle nod and a thumbs-up. It makes me want to roll my eyes.

Just then, my distracted gaze lifts past his shoulder, and for a fleeting moment, my heart leaps into my

throat.

There, in the doorway, a figure appears, a silhouette backlit by the golden chandeliers, and for that split

second, it’s Abby.

It's her shape, her grace, the way she holds herself. Her golden hair cascading over her shoulders, her

eyes lit up as she looks at me. My breath catches, and I’m rising from my seat.

But then reality crashes over me. It’s not her. It could never be her. It’s a different woman entirely, a

trick of the light, a mirage in what feels like the driest desert on the planet.

I sit back down, the disappointment crashing over me like a wave.

“So,” Marissa says, leaning in and smelling too strongly of floral perfume, “Karl… What do you think?

Diamonds or pearls?” She’s holding her phone out to me, but I’m not looking. My gaze is transfixed on

the window, through which I can see my car sitting in the driveway.

Waiting. Beckoning to me.

“Karl?” she asks, wiggling her phone a bit with a giggle. “He’s so cute when he’s distracted, isn’t he?”

Then, with a clarity that feels like I’m just awoken from a very long dream, I know I can’t do this

anymore. Not another minute of feigned interest, not another second of nodding along to stories that

mean nothing to me.

“Excuse me,” I interrupt. My chair scrapes on the floor as I stand abruptly, and the conversations

around me fall silent.

Marissa looks up at me, her eyes slightly widened, her mouth parted in surprise. “Is everything alright,

Karl, dear?” she says.

I offer a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. “I just remembered, there’s something I need to

do. Please excuse me.”

Before Marissa or any of the other women can retort, I’m pushing away from the table and crossing the

room. My hand is moving to loosen my tie, and I’m unbuttoning my suit jacket. I pause for a moment by

the door, thinking, then grab a bouquet of flowers out of a vase, not caring that water and loose petals

splatter all over a tray of petit fours.

It’s then that Marcus’ hand claps over my shoulder.

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“There’s a more important woman that I need to see right now.”