Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 245

Abby

My body feels as though it doesn’t belong to me as I stalk to the breakroom. I feel like a puppet on strings that have been cut, like my limbs are made of lead and my body might give out from beneath me at any moment.

When I’m alone in the breakroom once again, though, I can’t contain my fury any longer.

“Dammit!” The word explodes out of my mouth, and without thinking, I whirl around and let my shoe connect with the wall. There’s a faint but satisfying crack, and when I pull away, there’s a slight dent where I unleashed my rage.

It’s almost laughable, seeing how small the dent is. It’s like my own body won’t even do what I want, let alone the ingredients on that stage out there.

My mind is whirling with so many thoughts that I barely even register the door creaking open. But then that venomous voice, that voice that I’ll hear in my nightmares for years to come, slices through the air like an arrow whizzing past my ear.

“Oh, Abby,” Daniel says, the sneer audible in his voice without me even having to look at him. I can picture him without even turning around, that horrendous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Having a little tantrum, are we?”

“Don’t even start, Daniel,” I hiss, leaning on the counter, still not turning to face him.

But he just chuckles. “What?” he says, coming closer now. “I’m allowed to be concerned, aren’t I?”

I decide not to respond, but it seems as though that doesn’t satisfy Daniel. He tuts, and I can feel my resolve beginning to crumble. “Boy, that sure was a mess out there. You know, maybe it really should’ve been you dropping out, not Bryan. It would have saved you the embarrassment.”

I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms despite the sting of where they dug in earlier. The pain anchors me, if only a little. I can’t give him the satisfaction of letting him see me crumble.

But he continues, relentless as ever, his words dripping with condescension. “But then again, it’s fitting, isn’t it? You never belonged here. You’re nothing but a—”

I whirl around to face him, my eyes ablaze, my heart pounding in my chest. The word he spits out next is vile, demeaning, and sexist.

“You’re nothing but a stupid little slut who belongs in the bedroom, not the culinary world,” he hisses.

It’s as though something shatters inside of me. My resolve has crumbled; he has won. I close the distance between us, my eyes shooting daggers at him. “You,” I hiss, my voice trembling with the force of my anger, “are a disgusting excuse for a chef. And an even worse excuse for a human being.”

His smile only widens, that infuriating, cocky smirk of a man who believes he has already won. “Struck a nerve, have I?”

The muscles in my arm tense. Before I can stop myself, I’m stepping closer, my arm raised, my hand poised to slap him across the face.

I know he deserves it. He’s a rat, a cockroach, a stain on this entire competition. He not only sabotaged me and Karl, but he laughed while doing it, and now he has the nerve to spit slurs in my face like it’s nothing.

Daniel’s eyes flick down. He quickly glances at my raised hand, and that’s finally when I see it—the flicker of doubt in his gaze, the realization that he may have finally pushed too far.