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

I shake my head m entally. Now’s not the

a deep breath, I roll up my sleeves. “I’ll clean

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

have no idea, I think grimly. But all I say is, “I promise.”

I’m left with the mess—both the literal one in

mind can’t help

To Karl.

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

his laughter, the touch of

Last night was a mistake. An

shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t be thinking

not just the stains of food but the remnants of those

The longing. The

seem to pass as I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more ways than one. By

spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools. I wish it

sort out my emotions.

the same one where Karl and I shared that moment,

is still fresh, the feelings raw. But this is neither the time nor the place to deal

deep sigh, I push away from the

restaurant, and the

to focus on the present, not get lost in

…

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

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

hum of activity outside my office gently soothes my

there’s a knock, crisp

I call out, expecting to see

reveal a tall, commanding

air of

mine. He extends a hand, introducing himself. “You’re Abby,

restaurant?”

my brow. I wasn’t expecting any health inspectors today. “Yes,” I

man smiles. “I’m

offered hand, slightly

believe we had an

“I represent the

your

It’s where deals are struck and alliances formed,

meals and

to go on that date with Karl, since I lost our

mind races, trying to grasp why a representative from the committee would be

modest office.

“Among countless establishments in this city, yours stands out.

four finalists we’re considering to cater

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