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

up my sleeves.

“Just… be more careful, Abby. This isn’t like

But all I say is,

mess—both the literal one in

my mind can’t help but drift back to last

To Karl.

feels like an echo of his presence. The

his laughter, the touch of

Last night was a

happened. I shouldn’t be thinking about him

more I try to erase not just the stains

confusion. The longing.

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

I’m done, the kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and organized

sort out my emotions.

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

raw. But this is neither the

sigh, I push away from the

the promises

day, and I need to focus on

…

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

the restaurant’s monthly earnings. There’s a particular rhythm to the mornings here, where

of activity outside my office gently soothes my usually

there’s a knock,

expecting to see Ethan or

reveal a tall, commanding figure that I don’t

with an air of unquestionable authority, the

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

restaurant?”

wasn’t expecting

smiles.

greet him, I shake his offered hand, slightly taken

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

represent the Alpha Gathering Committee. I understand

your

about the Alpha gathering. It’s where

and

to go on that date with

representative

modest office.

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

we’re considering to cater

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