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.

“Where’d she go? Did she

Paid the rent for a month, told me she was

stood there, blank. A cold numbness started to tighten

She was gone.

fucking left. He couldn’t quite

saying anymore, and

home,” he told

away from the curb. Luca

just sat there, staring out the window, watching

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

tom her

slut. Accused her of cheating.

And she was pregnant.

With his child.

Fuck.

time and rip the words out of his own mouth. Stop himself from

And he’d slammed the

like the weight of what he’d done was pressing down on him from

What the hell did he actually know about her beyond the way she

Nothing.

He knew nothing.

had

he would find

L

was the last thing

phone with her agent. Or ex–agent, as

was finished with modeling. Threw away the best campaigns of her life. Milan, Paris–gone.

where home is?” he

don’t even know what caused this, Mr. De Santis,” the agent snapped. “She ghosted everyone, even some of her model friends. Said she didn’t need

ran a hand

the fuck was that

the call without

Then just sat there.

Jaw tight. Mind

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

pulled out his phone again, this time dialing his