Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 96

Chapter 96

Luca jumped out of the car before Edward had even brought it to a complete stop.

He didn’t wait for Edward to get out and open his door. Just moved. Fast. The doorman barely got a word out before Luca stormed past him, lace light

“I’m fine,” he snapped, not stopping.

The elevator couldn’t come fast enough. He hit the call button four times before it lit up. Inside, he jabbed the number eight like force could make the lift rise faster. He held his breath. He knew he had a lot to make up for. Just stared at the numbers as they climbed.

The doors finally opened on her floor.

He stepped out, crossed the hall, and started pounding on the door.

“Audrey!” he called. “It’s Luca. Open the door. We need to talk.”

Nothing.

He knocked harder. “Sweetheart. Let me in. I have some news.”

He waited. Silence. His chest felt tight. She had called him yesterday. She had left voicemails. She was just angry. Just punishing him. She hadn’t really

left-

“Hey!” a voice snapped behind him.

Luca turned as a short, stocky man came toward him. Probably building management.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the man barked.

Luca did his best to reel himself in. “I’m here to see Audrey.”

The man crossed his arms. “Sir, you’re disturbing my other tenants-”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Luca said, breath catching. “We had a fight. I’m just trying to fix things.”

The man eyed him, unconvinced. “It must’ve been some fight. She packed up and left yesterday.”

That hit harder than he was prepared for.

Luca echoed. “Where’d she go? Did she leave

told me she was going home. That she was tired. That there was nothing left

to tighten in

She was gone.

fucking left. He

muttered something, turned away without saying anymore, and walked out of the building in a

me home,” he told

curb. Luca didn’t speak again

just sat there, staring out the window, watching the city

Chapter 96

he’d gone to end things—he’d walked in planning to tell her about the engagement. Planning to make it clean Get it

he’d tom her

her a liar. A slut. Accused her

And she was pregnant.

With his child.

Fuck.

time and rip the words out

to listen. And he’d slammed the

scrubbed a hand down his face, leaning forward in his chair like the weight

knew was she was American. But what city? What state? What the hell did he actually know about her beyond the way she looked at him in

Nothing.

He knew nothing.

had

he would find

L

was the last thing he

noon, he was on the phone with

down the line. “She’s done. Walked away. Told me she was finished with modeling. Threw away the best campaigns of

know where

of her model friends. Said she didn’t need the work anymore. Told

a hand through

fuck was that supposed

call without

Then just sat there.

tight.

she was gone. And it was his fault. Because he hadn’t believed her.

out his phone again, this time dialing his