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 shake my head m entally. Now’s not the

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

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

think grimly. But

left with the mess—both the literal one

I scrub the counters, my mind can’t help

To Karl.

like an echo of

the

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

shouldn’t

more I try to erase not just the stains of

confusion. The

seem to pass as I’m lost in my thoughts, cleaning

the kitchen is spotless—gleaming counters and organized

sort out my emotions.

where Karl and I shared that moment, and close my

raw. But this is neither the time nor

the counter, reminding

the restaurant, and the

on the present, not get lost in the memories

…

ants through the half-drawn blinds, casting soft golden beams onto

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

hum of activity outside my office gently soothes my usually

there’s a knock,

in,” I call out, expecting to see Ethan

reveal a tall, commanding figure that I

with an air of unquestionable authority, the

extends a hand, introducing himself. “You’re Abby, correct?” he asks. “The owner

restaurant?”

furrowing my brow. I wasn’t expecting any health inspectors today.

smiles.

hand, slightly

an appointment.

begins, “I represent the Alpha

a surprise, but your restaurant

about the Alpha gathering. It’s where deals are struck and

and fine

that date with

mind races, trying to grasp why a representative from the

modest office.

tone steady, “Among countless establishments in this city, yours stands out.

you are among the four finalists we’re considering

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