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

Karl and I… No. I shake my head

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

his anger simmering down to annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby. This isn’t like

I think grimly. But all I say is,

mess—both the literal one

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

To Karl.

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

laughter, the touch

stop this. Last night was a mistake. An

I shouldn’t be thinking about him

to erase not just the stains of food but the remnants of those

The longing.

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

spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools. I

sort out my emotions.

Karl and

is still fresh, the feelings raw. But this is neither the time nor the place to deal

sigh, I push away from the

and the promises I made

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

…

half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams onto

There’s a particular

activity outside my office gently soothes my

knock, crisp and

in,” I call out, expecting to

open to reveal a tall, commanding figure

air of

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

restaurant?”

furrowing my brow. I wasn’t expecting any health inspectors today. “Yes,” I reply

man smiles. “I’m Calvin

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

had an appointment. How can I

the

surprise, but your restaurant has garnered quite

know all about the Alpha gathering. It’s where

and fine

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

grasp why a representative from the committee would be

modest office.

countless establishments

we’re considering to cater for

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