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

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

anger simmering down to annoyance. “Just… be

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

with the mess—both the literal one in the

mind can’t

To Karl.

an echo of his

laughter, the touch of

to stop this. Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion borne out of nostalgia

I shouldn’t

the more I try to erase not just

confusion. The

lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my mess in more ways than one. By

spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools. I

sort out my emotions.

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

is neither the time nor

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

the

day, and I need to focus on the present, not

…

blinds, casting

monthly earnings. There’s a particular rhythm to the

hum of activity outside my office gently

a knock,

out, expecting to see Ethan or even

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

a sharp charcoal suit, with an air of unquestionable

“You’re Abby, correct?” he

restaurant?”

furrowing my brow. I wasn’t expecting any health inspectors today. “Yes,” I

smiles. “I’m Calvin

greet him, I shake his offered hand,

believe we had an appointment. How can I help

he begins, “I represent the Alpha Gathering Committee. I understand this

a surprise, but your restaurant has

It’s where deals

meals and fine

that date with Karl, since I

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

modest office.

his tone steady, “Among countless establishments in this

four finalists we’re considering to cater for our

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