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.

go? Did she

head. “Nope. Paid the rent for a month, told me she was going home. That she was

started to tighten in his

She was gone.

fucking left. He

without saying anymore, and

me home,” he

pulled away from the curb. Luca didn’t speak again for

staring out the window,

Chapter 96

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

tom

A slut. Accused her of cheating. He hadn’t

And she was pregnant.

With his child.

Fuck.

He wanted to hit something. Wanted to go back in time and rip the words out of his own mouth. Stop himself from saying

begged him to listen. And he’d slammed the door in

leaning forward in his chair like the weight of what he’d done was pressing down on him from

hell did he actually know about her beyond the way she looked at him in the dark

Nothing.

He knew nothing.

had he

he would

L

was the last thing

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 her life. Milan, Paris–gone. And for what? I don’t know. She said she was going home.

know where

ghosted everyone, even some of her model friends. Said she didn’t need the work anymore. Told me Audrey was dead. Then

a hand through his

the fuck was that supposed

call without

Then just sat there.

Jaw tight. Mind

was his fault. Because he hadn’t believed her.

this time dialing his head