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… No. I shake my head m

roll up my

his anger simmering down to annoyance. “Just…

grimly. But all I

the mess—both the literal one

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

To Karl.

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

laughter, the touch of his

Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion

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

more I try to erase not just the stains

The longing.

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

the kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools.

sort out my emotions.

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

But this is neither

sigh, I push away from the counter, reminding myself of my responsibilities,

the promises I made to

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

…

blinds, casting

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

my office gently soothes my usually

a knock,

call out, expecting to see

open to reveal a tall, commanding

with an air of unquestionable authority, the stranger’s

“You’re Abby, correct?” he asks. “The owner of

restaurant?”

expecting any health

smiles. “I’m

hand, slightly taken aback by the unexpected

I don’t believe we had an appointment. How can

“I represent the Alpha

your restaurant has garnered quite

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

meals and

to go on that date with Karl, since I

why a representative from the committee would be standing in

modest office.

“Among countless establishments in this city, yours

the four finalists we’re considering to cater for our next

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