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 not

a deep breath, I roll up my sleeves.

sighs, his anger simmering down to annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby. This isn’t like

But all I say is,

left with the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen

counters, my mind can’t help but drift back to

To Karl.

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

his laughter, the

a mistake. An indiscretion borne out of

happened. I shouldn’t be thinking

to erase not just the stains of

confusion. The longing. The

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

spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools.

sort out my emotions.

where Karl and I shared that

the feelings raw. But this is neither the time nor

deep sigh, I push away from the counter, reminding

and the promises I made

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

…

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

earnings. There’s a particular rhythm

activity outside my office

a knock, crisp and

out, expecting to see Ethan or even

reveal a tall,

with an air of

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

restaurant?”

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

man smiles. “I’m

offered hand, slightly taken aback by the unexpected visit.

I don’t believe we had an appointment. How

the Alpha

as a surprise, but your restaurant has garnered quite the

the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals

meals and

where I promised to go on that date with

races, trying to grasp why a representative from the committee

modest office.

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

four finalists we’re considering to

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