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

breath, I roll up my sleeves.

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

idea, I think grimly. But all I say is,

the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen

counters, my mind can’t help but

To Karl.

an echo of his presence.

laughter, the touch of

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

I shouldn’t be thinking about

to erase not

The longing.

I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more ways

is spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools. I wish

sort out my emotions.

same one where Karl and I shared that moment, and

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

push away from the counter, reminding myself of my

and the

to focus on the present, not get

…

ants through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams onto my

earnings. There’s a particular

my office gently soothes my usually anxious

there’s a knock, crisp and

call out, expecting to see Ethan or

swings open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that

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

He extends a hand, introducing himself. “You’re Abby, correct?”

restaurant?”

my brow. I wasn’t expecting any

man smiles. “I’m

hand, slightly taken aback by the unexpected visit.

we had an appointment. How can I help

preamble, he begins, “I represent the Alpha

surprise, but your restaurant has garnered

It’s where deals are struck and alliances formed,

and

where I promised to go on that date with Karl, since

races, trying to grasp why a representative from the committee

modest office.

“Among countless establishments in this city, yours stands

finalists we’re considering to cater

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