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. Now’s not the

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

his anger simmering down to annoyance. “Just…

grimly. But all I say is, “I

literal one

counters, my mind can’t

To Karl.

I wash, feels like an echo of his presence.

his laughter, the touch of

night was a

happened. I shouldn’t be

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

confusion. The longing.

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

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

sort out my emotions.

one where Karl and I shared that moment, and close

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

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

the

focus on the present, not get lost in the memories of

…

blinds, casting soft golden beams

restaurant’s monthly earnings. There’s a particular

my office gently soothes my usually anxious

there’s a knock,

I call out, expecting to

reveal a tall, commanding

a sharp charcoal suit, with an air

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

restaurant?”

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

smiles. “I’m

I shake his offered hand, slightly taken

don’t believe we had an appointment. How can

preamble, he begins, “I represent the Alpha Gathering Committee. I understand this

surprise, but your restaurant has garnered

It’s where deals are struck

meals and fine

on that date with Karl, since I

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

modest office.

countless establishments in this city, yours stands out.

you are among the four finalists we’re considering to

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