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

shake my head m entally.

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

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

think grimly. But all I say is, “I promise.”

away, I’m left with the mess—both the literal one

As I scrub the counters, my mind can’t

To Karl.

like an echo of his presence. The way he smiled,

laughter, the touch of

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

shouldn’t be thinking about

to erase not just the stains of food but the remnants

The longing. The

cleaning up my mess in more

spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools. I

sort out my emotions.

counter, the same one where Karl and I shared that

is still fresh, the feelings raw. But this is neither the time nor the place

away from the counter, reminding myself

the promises I

on the present, not get lost in the

…

the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams onto

There’s a particular rhythm

hum of activity outside my office gently soothes my usually anxious

a knock, crisp and

in,” I call out, expecting

a tall, commanding figure that

an air of

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

restaurant?”

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

smiles. “I’m Calvin

his offered hand, slightly taken aback by

an

represent the Alpha

your

gathering. It’s where deals are struck and

and fine

that date with Karl, since

why a representative from the committee would be standing in

modest office.

steady, “Among countless establishments in this city,

among the four finalists we’re considering to cater for

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