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

Karl and I… No. I shake my head m

roll up my sleeves. “I’ll clean

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

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

the literal one in the kitchen and the tangled one

As I scrub the counters, my mind can’t help but drift back to last

To Karl.

wash, feels like an echo of

laughter, the touch of his

to stop this. Last night was a mistake.

shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t

try to erase not just the stains of food but the

The longing. The

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

counters and organized tools.

sort out my emotions.

the same one where Karl and I shared that moment, and close my

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

away from the counter,

the restaurant, and the promises I

a new day, and I need to focus on the present, not get

…

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

a particular rhythm

activity outside my office gently

there’s a knock, crisp and

expecting

a tall, commanding figure that I don’t

air

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

restaurant?”

my brow. I wasn’t expecting any health

man smiles.

him, I shake his offered hand, slightly taken aback by the unexpected

don’t believe we had an appointment. How can I help

begins, “I represent the

as a surprise, but your restaurant has

Alpha gathering. It’s where

and fine

on that date with Karl,

grasp why a representative from the committee would be

modest office.

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

you are among the four finalists we’re considering to cater for our

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