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

roll up my sleeves. “I’ll clean this up,

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

I think grimly. But all I say

mess—both the literal

counters, my mind can’t help

To Karl.

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

the touch of his

night was a mistake. An indiscretion borne out of nostalgia

I shouldn’t be thinking

try to erase not just the stains of food but the remnants

confusion. The

my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in

counters and

sort out my emotions.

where Karl and I shared that moment, and close my eyes.

is still fresh, the feelings raw. But this is neither the time

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

and the promises I

to focus on the present, not get lost in

…

half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden

There’s a particular rhythm to the mornings

outside my office gently soothes my

a knock, crisp and

out, expecting to

to reveal a tall, commanding figure that I

sharp charcoal suit, with an air of unquestionable authority,

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

restaurant?”

I wasn’t expecting any

smiles. “I’m

offered hand, slightly taken aback by

we had an appointment. How can I

the

but your restaurant has

the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals are struck and alliances formed,

meals and

promised to go on that date with Karl, since I

representative from the committee would be standing in

modest office.

his tone steady, “Among countless establishments in this city, yours stands out.

are among the four finalists we’re considering to cater

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