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 entally. Now’s

I roll up my sleeves. “I’ll clean

simmering down to annoyance. “Just… be more

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

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

my mind

To Karl.

spot I clean, every dish I wash, feels like an echo of his presence. The way he smiled, the

laughter, the touch of his

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

I shouldn’t be thinking about

try to erase not just the

confusion. The longing.

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

and

sort out my emotions.

against the counter, the same one where Karl

still fresh, the feelings raw. But this is neither

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

and the promises

on the present, not

…

through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams onto my desk

monthly earnings. There’s a particular rhythm

hum of activity outside my office gently soothes my

knock, crisp and

out, expecting

reveal a tall, commanding figure that I don’t

an air

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

restaurant?”

I wasn’t expecting any health inspectors

smiles. “I’m Calvin

him, I shake his offered hand, slightly

we had an

represent the

surprise, but your restaurant has

where deals are struck and alliances

meals and fine

to go on that date

trying to grasp why a representative from the committee would be standing

modest office.

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

the four finalists we’re considering to cater for

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