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

told me she was

started to tighten in

She was gone.

left. He couldn’t quite believe

without saying anymore, and

me home,” he

Luca didn’t speak

window, watching the city blur.

Chapter 96

night at her apartment 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

And she was pregnant.

With his child.

Fuck.

clenched so hard it hurt. He wanted to hit something. Wanted to go back in time and rip the words out of his own mouth. Stop himself

listen. And he’d slammed the door

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

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

Nothing.

He knew nothing.

had he

he would

L

if it was the last thing he

the phone with her agent. Or ex–agent, as it turned

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

where home is?”

agent snapped. “She ghosted everyone, even some of her model friends. Said she didn’t need the

hand through

What the fuck

ended the call

Then just sat there.

Jaw tight. Mind

he

his phone again, this time dialing his