Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 53

#Chapter 53: A Mess To Clean
Abby

The sun’s barely peeking over the h o rizon as I pull open the door to the restaurant.

I can already feel the hustle of a new day, the potential for a fresh start. Walking in, I expect the familiar

comfort of an empty space, but I’m met instead with Ethan’s brooding form. His jaw is set tight, his

brow furrowed.

He doesn’t look up as I approach.

“Morning,” I greet cautiously, sensing the tension in the air.

He sighs heavily. “Abby… What the hell happened here last night?”

Confused, I follow his gaze. The kitchen. Oh no. My heart ski ps a beat as memories of last night flood

back. The cooking. The laughter. The… moment with Karl.

“What do you mean?” I manage to ask, feigning ignorance.

Ethan’s eyes fix on me, and I can see his irritation. “I’ll show you.” Without waiting for a reply, he leads

me into the disaster zone that is the kitchen.

Every counter is smeared with remnants of our late-night feast. Pots and pans are sc at tered

everywhere, some still containing leftover food. The sight makes my stomach churn with guilt. How

could I have been so careless?

I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. “I… I was working late last night. Got hungry and…” I trail off, trying to

find a good excuse, but words fail me.

Ethan just raises an eyebrow, his expression demanding more.

“And… I forgot to clean up,” I finish lamely, avoiding his gaze.

A beat of silence. Then, “Forgot?” His tone is sharp, filled with disbelief.

My mind races. If he even catches a hint of what transpired with Karl, rumors would spread like wildfire,

jeopardizing not only my reputation but potentially the restaurant’s as well.

“I was exhausted,” I murmur.

His eyes scan the kitchen, lingering on a particular spot on the counter, and my heart races. That’s

my head m

deep breath, I roll up my sleeves. “I’ll

anger simmering down to annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby.

no idea, I think grimly. But all I say is, “I

literal one

my mind can’t help

To Karl.

dish I wash, feels like an echo of his presence.

his laughter, the

stop this. Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion borne

I shouldn’t be

erase not just the stains of food but the

confusion. The longing.

seem to pass as I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more ways than

I’m done, the kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools.

sort out my emotions.

same one where Karl

the feelings raw. But this is neither the time nor the

a deep sigh, I push away from the counter, reminding myself of my responsibilities,

the promises

new day, and I need to focus on the

…

half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams onto

earnings. There’s a particular rhythm to the mornings here, where

hum of activity outside my office gently soothes my usually

a knock, crisp

in,” I call out, expecting to see

door swings open to reveal a

a sharp charcoal suit, with an air of unquestionable authority, the stranger’s steel

“You’re Abby, correct?” he asks.

restaurant?”

my brow. I wasn’t expecting any health inspectors today. “Yes,” I

smiles. “I’m Calvin

greet him, I shake his offered hand, slightly taken aback

we had an

represent the Alpha Gathering

as a surprise, but your restaurant has garnered quite

the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals are

and

that date

mind races, trying to grasp why a representative from the committee would

modest office.

“Among countless establishments

finalists we’re considering to cater for our

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