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.

I roll up my sleeves. “I’ll

sighs, his anger simmering down to annoyance. “Just… be more

grimly. But all I say is, “I promise.”

I’m left with the mess—both the literal one in

As I scrub the counters, my mind can’t

To Karl.

wash, feels like an echo

the touch

this. Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion

happened. I shouldn’t

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

The longing. The

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

is spotless—gleaming counters and organized

sort out my emotions.

one where Karl

raw. But this is neither the time

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

the restaurant, and the

is a new day, and I need to focus on the present,

…

casting soft golden beams

the restaurant’s monthly earnings. There’s a particular rhythm

my office gently soothes my usually anxious

knock, crisp

in,” I call out, expecting to see Ethan or

swings open to reveal a tall, commanding figure that I

sharp charcoal suit, with an air of

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

restaurant?”

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

man smiles. “I’m Calvin

shake his offered hand, slightly taken

believe we had an appointment. How

the Alpha Gathering Committee. I understand

your restaurant

where deals

meals and fine

where I promised to go on that date with Karl,

grasp why a representative from the committee would be standing in

modest office.

“Among countless establishments in this city, yours

four finalists we’re considering to

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