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

No. I shake my head m entally. Now’s not the

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

to annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby. This isn’t like

idea, I think grimly. But all I say

left with the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen and the tangled one

counters, my mind can’t

To Karl.

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

his laughter, the touch of

a mistake. An indiscretion borne

happened. I shouldn’t be thinking

to erase not just

confusion. The longing.

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

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

sort out my emotions.

counter, the same one where Karl and I shared

feelings raw. But this is neither

the counter,

the restaurant, and the promises

need to focus on

…

sl ants through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden

particular rhythm to

activity outside my office gently soothes my usually anxious

a knock, crisp

call out, expecting

swings open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that I don’t

suit, with an air of unquestionable authority,

mine. He extends a hand, introducing himself. “You’re Abby, correct?” he asks. “The owner of

restaurant?”

nod, furrowing my brow. I wasn’t expecting any

smiles. “I’m

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

an appointment. How can I

he begins, “I represent the

but your restaurant has garnered quite

the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals

and

promised to go on that date with Karl,

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

modest office.

countless establishments

four finalists we’re considering to

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