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

Paid the rent for a month, told me she was going home. That she was tired. That there was nothing left holding her

cold numbness started to tighten in his chest. Like everything inside him

She was gone.

really fucking left. He couldn’t quite believe

turned away without saying anymore, and walked out of

he

curb. Luca

the window, watching the city blur. He was

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 over with. Do what was

he’d tom

called her a liar. A slut. Accused her of cheating. He hadn’t even let

And she was pregnant.

With his child.

Fuck.

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

him to listen. And he’d slammed the

like the weight of

what city? What state? What the hell did he actually know

Nothing.

He knew nothing.

the fuck had

would find

L

if it was the last thing

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

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

where home is?”

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 the

ran a hand through

What the fuck was

ended the call without another

Then just sat there.

tight. Mind

it was his fault. Because he hadn’t

this time dialing his