Chasing His Kickass Luna Back
Chapter 0296

Karl

"You've been staring at those profiles I gave you for hours, Karl,” Marcus says, his eyes flickering over to me from where he sits across my desk. “What's on your mind?”

I run a hand through my hair, feeling deflated after the hectic morning. “It's just... None of them feel right, Marcus. These women are undoubtedly qualified and capable, but I'm just not interested in any of them.”

Marcus nods. “Well, maybe you just need a different approach,” he suggests. “Why don’t you hold a private date with each of them? It might be easier to get an idea of what they're really like that way.”

I lean back in my plush leather chair, considering Marcus’ words. While I hate the idea of going on a private date with any of these women, the Alpha party is ticking closer and I have yet to find a partner.

“Alright,” I finally concede with a sigh. “I'll set up dates with the top three candidates.”

With that decision made, I instruct Marcus to arrange the private dates with Marissa, Meg, and Shana, the three women who seem like the most viable candidates for not only a date, but also a future Luna.

None of them are Abby, but it's about as good as I can get. And who knows? Maybe I'll have a real connection with one of them.

Marissa

“Karl, it's a pleasure to finally have some one-on-one time,” Marissa purrs, her voice mingling with the sounds of the romantic bistro that I've chosen as our date spot.

I return her smile, although it feels like a hollow gesture. “Likewise. You made an impression on me at the luncheon, so I thought it only fitting if we met again.”

Her fingers twirl the stem of her wine glass as she leans in closer. “I knew we hit it off. I'm known for making... lasting impressions. Especially on men.”

Her words make me uneasy, but I choose to ignore it for now. “So, Marissa, what are your interests?”

She tilts her head slightly, her eyes gleaming with hubris. “I'm quite the socialite. You'll often find me at the most exclusive events and parties. And of course, I love fashion.”

“Fashion,” I echo, nodding. “I'm intrigued. Tell me more.”

Marissa launches into an extensive monologue about her favorite designers, mentioning high-end brands and exclusive collections. It's obvious that it's something that entices her, but something nags at the back of my mind

“I think it's great that you're so passionate about fashion,” I say when she’s finished. “Personally, I enjoy—"

Before I can answer, she cuts in with another monologue, leaving no room for me to respond. It's off-putting, and I'm left reeling, feeling like this is a very one-sided conversation.

By the time she finishes, I've made up my mind. This conversation isn't going anywhere, and in fact, her self-absorbed nature is making me want to dunk my head into the fish tank that's on the other end of the bistro

“Marissa,” I say, keeping my tone steady, “I appreciate your company tonight, but I just don't see this going anywhere. I'm sorry.”

She lets out an exasperated sigh, her irritation thinly veiled. “Karl, you don't know what you're missing.”

Without another word, she storms off, leaving me alone with an exorbitantly expensive bill and a bad taste in my mouth.

Meg

Meg arrives in a whirlwind of energy, her long hair cascading down her back as she approaches the table. She's dressed in a vibrant red dress, her makeup bold and eye-catching. But what stands out the most is that her phone is practically glued to her hand, just like at the luncheon.

I've chosen a rooftop bar for this occasion—well, actually, Meg was the one who picked it when I reached out to invite her on a date. In fact, she insisted. I decided to give it a chance, figuring that it's a place I've never visited before.

“Karl, darling, you won't believe how excited I am for this evening,” she exclaims, leaning in for an air-kiss on each cheek.

I return her greeting with a warm smile. “I'm looking forward to it as well, Meg. This place is nice. Thanks for recommending it.”

She takes her seat, and her eyes immediately light up as she scans the menu. “Oh, actually, could you take a picture of me first? I need to update my [*******m_"

I'm a bit taken aback, but I agree, if only to be polite. “Sure.”

She hands me her phone and positions herself against the backdrop of the cityscape, posing with a dramatic flair. I take a few pictures, trying my best to capture her in flattering angles.

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