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. Now’s not

up my sleeves. “I’ll clean

simmering down to annoyance. “Just… be

I think grimly. But

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

As I scrub the counters, my mind can’t help

To Karl.

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

the touch of

to stop this. Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion

have happened. I shouldn’t be thinking about him

I scrub, the more I try to erase not just the stains of food but the remnants of

confusion. The

lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my

done, the kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and

sort out my emotions.

counter, the same one where Karl and I shared that moment, and close my eyes.

is still fresh, the feelings raw. But this is

from the

restaurant, and the promises I

and I need to focus on the present, not

…

sunlight sl ants through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams onto my

There’s a particular rhythm to the mornings here,

activity outside my office gently

a knock, crisp

I call out, expecting to

to reveal a

sharp charcoal suit, with an air of unquestionable authority, the

“You’re Abby, correct?” he asks.

restaurant?”

wasn’t expecting any health inspectors today.

smiles. “I’m

to greet him, I shake his offered hand, slightly taken aback by the unexpected visit.

don’t believe we had an appointment.

he begins, “I represent the Alpha Gathering Committee.

but your restaurant has garnered quite

the Alpha gathering. It’s where

meals and fine

promised to go on that date with Karl, since I lost

a representative from the committee would

modest office.

countless establishments in this city,

we’re considering

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