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

shake my head

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

“Just… be more careful, Abby. This

think grimly. But

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

my mind can’t help but drift back

To Karl.

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

laughter, the touch of

Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion borne out of nostalgia and

happened. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like

more I scrub, the more I try to erase not just the stains

confusion. The longing.

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

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

sort out my emotions.

same one where Karl and I shared

But this is neither the time nor the place

a deep sigh, I push away from the

and the promises I

need to focus on

…

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

particular

outside my office gently soothes my

there’s a knock,

out, expecting to see

open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that I don’t

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

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

restaurant?”

expecting

man smiles.

to greet him, I shake his offered hand, slightly taken

had an appointment. How can

represent the Alpha Gathering

surprise, but your restaurant

the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals are struck and

meals and fine

go on that date with Karl, since I

trying to grasp why a representative from the committee

modest office.

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

the four finalists we’re considering to

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