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

and I… No. I shake my head m entally. Now’s

roll up my

annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby.

grimly. But all

the literal one

I scrub the counters, my mind can’t help

To Karl.

I wash, feels like an echo of his presence. The

the touch of

Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion

shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t

not just the stains of

confusion. The

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

and

sort out my emotions.

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

feelings raw. But this is

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

the restaurant, and the promises I

is a new day, and I need to focus on

…

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

earnings. There’s a particular rhythm to the

my office gently soothes my usually

a knock,

call out, expecting to

swings open to reveal a

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

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

restaurant?”

expecting any health inspectors today. “Yes,”

man smiles. “I’m Calvin

shake his offered hand,

don’t believe we had an appointment. How

“I represent the

a surprise, but your restaurant has garnered

where deals are struck and alliances formed, all

meals and fine

go on that date with Karl,

a representative from the committee would

modest office.

steady, “Among countless establishments in this

the four finalists we’re considering to

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