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

shake my

up my sleeves. “I’ll clean this up,

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

no idea, I think grimly. But

he walks away, I’m left with the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen and the

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

To Karl.

wash, feels like an

laughter, the touch

I need to stop this. Last night was a mistake.

shouldn’t

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

confusion. The longing. The

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

the kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools. I wish it was

sort out my emotions.

one where Karl and I shared that moment, and close

is still fresh, the feelings raw. But this is neither

sigh, I push away from the counter,

and the promises

and I need to focus on the present, not

…

the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams onto my

a particular rhythm to the

hum of activity outside my office

a knock, crisp and

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

reveal a tall, commanding figure that I don’t

air

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

restaurant?”

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

smiles. “I’m

offered hand, slightly taken aback by

believe we had an appointment.

he begins, “I represent the

a surprise, but your

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

meals and fine

where I promised to go on that

to grasp why a representative from the committee would

modest office.

“Among countless establishments

the four finalists we’re

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