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 shake my head m

roll up my sleeves. “I’ll clean this

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

have no idea, I think grimly. But all

with the mess—both the literal

I scrub the counters, my mind can’t

To Karl.

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

the touch of his

I need to stop this. Last night was a

shouldn’t have happened. I shouldn’t be

scrub, the more I try to erase not just the

The

cleaning up my mess in more ways than one. By

counters and organized tools. I wish it

sort out my emotions.

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

the feelings raw. But this is

a deep sigh, I push away from the counter, reminding

the promises I made to

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

…

casting soft golden beams onto my desk

particular rhythm to

of activity outside my office gently soothes my usually anxious

knock, crisp

out, expecting to see Ethan or even

the door swings open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that I don’t

charcoal suit, with an air of unquestionable authority,

He extends a hand, introducing himself. “You’re Abby,

restaurant?”

expecting any health inspectors today. “Yes,”

man smiles.

his offered hand, slightly taken aback by the unexpected visit.

an appointment. How can

preamble, he begins, “I represent the Alpha Gathering Committee. I

surprise, but your

the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals

and

to go on that date with Karl,

representative from the committee

modest office.

countless establishments

we’re considering

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