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

shake my head m

breath, I roll up my sleeves.

annoyance. “Just… be more

I think grimly. But all

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

mind can’t help but drift

To Karl.

like an echo of his presence. The way he smiled,

his laughter, the touch

a mistake. An indiscretion borne out

I shouldn’t be thinking about

not just the stains of

The longing.

as I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more ways than one.

done, the kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and organized

sort out my emotions.

the counter, the same one where Karl and I shared

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

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

restaurant, and the promises I made

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

…

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

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

my office gently soothes my

there’s a knock, crisp and

in,” I call out, expecting to see Ethan or even

swings open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that

suit, with an air

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

restaurant?”

brow. I wasn’t expecting any health

smiles. “I’m Calvin

hand, slightly

we had an

begins, “I represent the Alpha Gathering Committee. I understand

as a surprise, but your restaurant has garnered quite

Alpha gathering. It’s where deals are struck and alliances

and

it’s where I promised to go on that date with Karl, since I lost our

races, trying to grasp why a representative from

modest office.

tone steady, “Among countless establishments in this city,

four finalists we’re considering to cater for

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