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.

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

anger simmering down to annoyance. “Just… be more

have no idea, I think grimly. But all

with the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen

the counters, my mind

To Karl.

I wash, feels like an echo of his presence. The way

the

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

have happened. I shouldn’t be thinking

the more I try to erase not just

confusion. The longing.

lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more

spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools.

sort out my emotions.

the counter, the same one where Karl

is neither the time nor the place to

from the counter, reminding myself of my

the promises I made to

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

…

through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams

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

office gently soothes my usually

there’s a knock,

expecting to see Ethan or

open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that I don’t

air of unquestionable authority, the stranger’s steel blue

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

restaurant?”

furrowing my brow. I wasn’t expecting

smiles. “I’m

offered hand, slightly taken aback by the unexpected visit.

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

he begins, “I represent the Alpha Gathering

a surprise, but your restaurant has garnered quite

the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals

and fine

it’s where I promised to go on that date

grasp why a representative from the committee

modest office.

steady, “Among countless establishments in this

four finalists we’re considering to cater for our next

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