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

No. I shake my head m

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

“Just… be more careful, Abby. This

I think grimly. But all I say is, “I

with the mess—both the literal one

As I scrub the counters, my mind can’t help but drift back to

To Karl.

an

the

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

have happened. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like

to erase not just the stains

The longing. The

in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more

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

sort out my emotions.

Karl and I shared that

this is neither the time

away from the counter, reminding myself of

and the

need to focus on the present, not get lost in

…

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

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

my office gently soothes my usually anxious

a knock, crisp and

out, expecting

swings open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that I

a sharp charcoal suit, with an air

introducing himself. “You’re Abby,

restaurant?”

wasn’t expecting

smiles. “I’m

shake his offered hand, slightly

don’t believe we had an appointment. How can

preamble, he begins, “I represent the Alpha Gathering Committee. I understand this

your restaurant

It’s where deals are struck and alliances

and fine

on that date with

why a representative from the committee would be standing

modest office.

establishments

finalists we’re considering to

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