Cassie POV
Joshua took me to a Los Angeles wharf, saying he wanted to take me for a ride on his private speedboat—just a lovely boat trip with him. When we arrived, his “speedboat” turned out to be a sophisticated, beautiful two-story yacht in cyan blue and light brown. My eyes widened in surprise. I’d already seen his private jet and beachfront mansion, but this yacht? Joshua Carter was seriously rich—richer than I’d imagined, in every sense of the word.
“Wow, how surprising!” I exclaimed, staring at the yacht as we walked hand in hand along the dock. “What a humble speedboat you have here, huh?” I teased, dripping with sarcasm.
He laughed, shrugging. “The result of a lot of hard work and stuff,” he said, matching my irony. From what I knew, he’d been born into wealth—money wasn’t some
