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 entally.

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

annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby. This

no idea, I think grimly. But all

left with the mess—both the literal one in the

counters, my mind

To Karl.

I wash, feels like an echo

laughter, the

I need to stop this. Last night was a

I shouldn’t be

not

The longing.

to pass as I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning up

counters and organized

sort out my emotions.

lean against the counter, the same one where Karl

fresh, the feelings raw. But this is neither the time nor the

deep sigh, I push away from the counter, reminding myself of my responsibilities,

the restaurant, and the promises I made

need to focus on

…

through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams

the restaurant’s monthly earnings. There’s a particular rhythm to the mornings here,

hum of activity outside my office gently soothes

there’s a knock,

out, expecting to see

a tall, commanding figure that I

suit, with an air

himself. “You’re Abby,

restaurant?”

nod, furrowing my brow. I wasn’t expecting any health inspectors

man smiles. “I’m Calvin

him, I shake his offered hand,

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

begins, “I represent the Alpha Gathering

surprise, but your restaurant

It’s where deals are struck and alliances formed, all

meals and fine

on that date with Karl, since I lost our

races, trying to grasp why a representative from the committee would

modest office.

“Among countless establishments in this city,

are among the four finalists we’re considering

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