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 head m

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

down to annoyance. “Just…

But all I say

the mess—both the literal one in the kitchen

counters, my mind can’t help but drift

To Karl.

spot I clean, every dish I wash, feels like an echo of

the touch of his

a mistake. An indiscretion borne out of nostalgia and

have happened. I shouldn’t be thinking

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

The longing.

my thoughts, cleaning up my mess

I’m done, the kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and organized tools. I wish it was as

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

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

restaurant, and the promises

on the

…

through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft

particular rhythm to

office

there’s a knock, crisp and

I call out, expecting to see

a tall, commanding figure that I

air of unquestionable

“You’re Abby,

restaurant?”

I wasn’t expecting any health inspectors

man smiles. “I’m Calvin

offered hand, slightly taken aback by the

believe we had an

preamble, he begins, “I represent the

surprise, but your restaurant

Alpha gathering. It’s where deals are struck and

and fine

on that

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

modest office.

establishments in this city, yours

finalists we’re considering to

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