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

I… No. I shake my head m entally. Now’s not

up my sleeves. “I’ll clean this up,

down to annoyance. “Just… be more

think grimly. But

literal one in the kitchen and the tangled one in

scrub the counters, my mind

To Karl.

I wash, feels like an echo of

laughter, the touch

was a mistake.

happened. I shouldn’t be thinking about him like

more I scrub, the more I try to erase not

confusion. The longing. The

I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more ways

the kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools. I wish it was as easy

sort out my emotions.

lean against the counter, the same one where Karl and I shared that

feelings raw. But this is neither

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

the promises I made to

focus on the present, not get lost in the

…

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

There’s a particular rhythm to the mornings here, where

hum of activity outside my office gently soothes

there’s a knock,

out, expecting to see Ethan or

open to reveal a tall,

sharp charcoal suit, with an air of

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

restaurant?”

wasn’t expecting any

smiles.

I shake his offered hand, slightly taken aback

had an appointment. How can I

the Alpha Gathering Committee. I understand this

surprise, but your restaurant has garnered quite the

Alpha gathering. It’s where deals are struck

and

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

representative from the committee would

modest office.

steady, “Among countless establishments in

you are among the four finalists we’re considering to

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