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

No. I shake my head m entally. Now’s not

I roll up my sleeves. “I’ll

to annoyance. “Just… be more careful, Abby. This

I think grimly. But all I

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

scrub the counters, my mind can’t help but

To Karl.

spot I clean, every dish I wash, feels like an echo of his presence. The

the

this. Last night was a mistake. An indiscretion borne

shouldn’t be thinking about

the more I try to erase not just the stains

The longing. The

I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning up my

and organized tools. I

sort out my emotions.

one where Karl and I shared that moment, and

is

from the

the restaurant, and the promises I made

need to focus on the present, not get lost in the

…

blinds, casting soft golden

particular rhythm to

hum of activity outside my office gently soothes my usually

there’s a knock,

expecting to see Ethan or even

door swings open to reveal a tall, commanding

an air of unquestionable authority, the stranger’s steel blue

himself. “You’re Abby,

restaurant?”

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

man smiles.

him, I shake his offered hand, slightly taken aback by the

don’t believe we had an

“I represent the

a surprise, but your restaurant has garnered

about the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals are

meals and fine

it’s where I promised to go on that date with Karl, since I lost our

to grasp why a representative from

modest office.

countless establishments in

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

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