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

my head m entally. Now’s

deep breath, I roll up my

“Just… be more

think grimly. But all I say is,

mess—both 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.

like an echo of his presence.

the touch of his

to stop this. Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion borne out

I shouldn’t

more I try to erase not just the stains

The longing. The

I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my

spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools.

sort out my emotions.

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

the feelings raw. But this is neither

I push away from the counter, reminding myself of my

and the

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

…

sunlight sl ants through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft

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

my office gently soothes my

knock,

out, expecting to see Ethan or

door swings open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that

sharp charcoal suit, with an air of unquestionable

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

restaurant?”

I wasn’t expecting any

man smiles. “I’m Calvin

him, I shake his offered hand, slightly taken aback

we had an

the Alpha Gathering Committee. I

as a surprise, but your restaurant has garnered quite the

gathering. It’s where deals are

and fine

on that

representative from the

modest office.

“Among countless establishments in this city, yours stands

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

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