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

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

“Just… be more careful, Abby.

But all I say is, “I promise.”

I’m left with the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen

the counters, my mind can’t help but

To Karl.

feels like an echo of his presence. The

laughter, the touch of his

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

I shouldn’t be

to erase not just the stains of food but the

The longing.

cleaning up my mess in more ways than one.

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

sort out my emotions.

Karl and I shared

is still fresh, the feelings raw. But this is neither

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

restaurant, and the promises I made

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

…

through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden

There’s a particular rhythm to the mornings

my office gently soothes my usually anxious

a knock, crisp

call out, expecting to

reveal a tall, commanding figure that I don’t

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

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

restaurant?”

my brow. I wasn’t expecting

smiles.

I shake his offered hand, slightly taken

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

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

your

It’s where deals are struck and

and fine

on that date with Karl, since I

why a representative from

modest office.

“Among countless establishments in this city, yours stands

are among the four finalists we’re considering to cater

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