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

roll up my sleeves. “I’ll

“Just… be more careful, Abby.

idea, I think grimly. But all I say

he walks away, I’m left with the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen and the tangled one in

the counters, my mind can’t

To Karl.

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

laughter, the touch of

stop this. Last night was a

I shouldn’t be thinking about him like

I try to erase not just the

confusion. The longing.

thoughts, cleaning up my mess

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

sort out my emotions.

counter, the same one where Karl

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

from the counter, reminding myself

the restaurant, and the

day, and I need to focus on the present, not get lost in the

…

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

monthly earnings. There’s a particular rhythm to the mornings

activity outside my office

a knock, crisp and

out, expecting to see Ethan

door swings open to reveal a tall,

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

himself. “You’re Abby, correct?”

restaurant?”

expecting any health inspectors

smiles.

I shake his offered hand, slightly

had an appointment. How can

the Alpha Gathering Committee. I understand

your restaurant has garnered

know all about the Alpha gathering. It’s where

meals and

that date with Karl, since I lost

representative from the committee would

modest office.

continues, his tone steady, “Among countless establishments in this city,

are among the four finalists we’re considering to

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