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. Now’s

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

annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby.

grimly. But all

literal one in the kitchen and the

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

To Karl.

an echo of his presence. The way he smiled, the

his laughter, the

stop this. Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion borne

shouldn’t be thinking about him

more I scrub, the more I try to erase not

The

as I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning

spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools. I wish it was as easy

sort out my emotions.

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

is neither the

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

restaurant, and the promises I

and I need to focus on the present, not get

…

casting

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

office gently soothes my usually anxious

knock,

expecting to see Ethan

to reveal a tall, commanding figure that

an air of unquestionable authority, the stranger’s steel

himself. “You’re Abby, correct?” he asks. “The

restaurant?”

my brow. I wasn’t expecting any

man smiles.

hand, slightly taken aback by

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

he begins, “I represent the

as a surprise, but your restaurant has

Alpha gathering. It’s where deals

and fine

promised to go on that date

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

modest office.

countless establishments in this city, yours stands out.

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

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