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

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

up my sleeves. “I’ll clean this up, Ethan. I’m

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

grimly. But all I say

the literal one in the kitchen and the

scrub the counters, my mind can’t help but drift back to last

To Karl.

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

the touch of his

was a mistake. An indiscretion

have happened. I shouldn’t be

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

The

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

and organized tools.

sort out my emotions.

the same one where Karl and I shared that moment, and close

is neither the time nor

I push away from the counter, reminding myself of

restaurant, and the

day, and I need to focus on

…

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

a particular rhythm to

office gently soothes

knock,

out, expecting to see Ethan or

door swings open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that

charcoal suit, with an air of unquestionable

himself. “You’re

restaurant?”

my brow. I wasn’t expecting any health inspectors

man smiles. “I’m

I shake his offered hand, slightly taken aback

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

the Alpha

a surprise, but your restaurant has

all about the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals are struck and alliances formed,

and

to go on that

to grasp why a representative from

modest office.

countless establishments in this city, yours stands out.

are among the four finalists we’re considering to cater for our

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