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 the

deep breath, I roll up my sleeves.

annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby. This

idea, I think grimly. But all I say is, “I

away, I’m left with the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen and the tangled

the counters, my mind

To Karl.

I wash, feels like an echo of his presence.

laughter, the touch of

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

shouldn’t

not just the stains of food but the remnants of

confusion. The longing.

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

and organized

sort out my emotions.

against the counter, the same one where Karl and I shared that moment, and

still fresh, the feelings raw. But this is neither

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

restaurant, and the

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

…

ants through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams

a particular rhythm

my office gently soothes my usually

there’s a knock, crisp and

expecting to see Ethan or

the door swings open to reveal a

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

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

restaurant?”

brow. I wasn’t expecting

man smiles. “I’m Calvin

offered hand,

an appointment.

he begins, “I represent the Alpha

but your restaurant

the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals are struck and alliances formed, all

meals and

I promised to go on that

races, trying to grasp why a representative from

modest office.

establishments in this city,

the four finalists we’re considering to cater

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