All Chapters of Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Cassie's POVI was still in bed with Josh, all soft and plastered against him, soaking up every bit of my delicious fiancé. The morning was lazy, the sun barely peeking through the curtains, and we were still spooning, bodies warm and tangled in the sheets.After that slow, sweet sex, I was floating, not wanting to get up, just stay there, feeling him, his scent, the weight of his arm around my waist. He was quiet, breathing heavy against my neck, but I knew he was awake, probably brooding about something. Maybe still pissed about the atelier mess, even if he tried to hide it from me.I shifted a little, propping my chin on his chest, looking up at those light eyes staring back at me, intense, clear, making me all mushy inside. “Josh, you know what I was thinking?” I started, tracing my finger over his chest, feeling the little hairs there. “If I’m going to New York for my wedding dress, I’d love to take my mom with me. Like, it’d be perfect, you know? She’s never left Chicago, neve

Cassie's POVThat afternoon, I needed some air, so I dragged Beckie to the mall with me. After all the atelier drama and those steamy mornings with Josh, I deserved to splurge a little and laugh with my bestie.And now, with Josh’s black card burning a hole in my pocket, God, that thing was a power I didn’t even know I could handle, I could buy whatever I wanted without blinking. We strutted into the mall like queens, me with my little bump starting to show under my flowy top, and Beckie all tall and sharp with that black bob swinging as she pointed at shop windows.“Cassie, look at this bag! It’s screaming my name,” she said, stopping dead in front of a fancy store, her blue eyes sparkling like she’d found gold.“Then grab it, you psycho,” I laughed, already pulling the card out. “Josh said I could spend whatever, and you’re part of the deal.”“I love that man,” she declared, all dramatic, clutching the bag like it was a baby. “He gives you a black card and lets me ride the wave? Ma

Cassie's POVDays after that wild afternoon at the mall with Beckie, I was at Josh’s place, our place now, right?, ready to welcome my parents. Roger and Rose were coming in from Owensboro, that quiet little Kentucky town, and I was so excited I could barely stand still.They were the classic small-town couple, my dad with that weathered look from a life of hard work, scruffy beard and an easy smile, and my mom all sweet, brown hair going gray, always acting like she had an apron on even miles from her kitchen. Josh had met them before, back when we went to their place months ago, me all nervous to introduce him and drop the pregnancy bomb.I thought my dad would lose it over the age gap, Josh at 42 and me at 20 wasn’t exactly their dream for me, but he came around when he saw how Josh looked at me, how he stepped up with his chest out. My mom? She was sold on him from the first “pleasure to meet you, Rose.”The private jet Josh sent to pick them up had landed that morning, and now I

Cassie's POVThe next morning in New York, I woke up with the sun hitting the window of that insane presidential suite, the city noise calling me to get up. I was feeling powerful, you know? 20 years old, pregnant, engaged to a guy who treated me like a queen, and ready to find my dream wedding dress.I got up, splashed water on my face, and picked an outfit that screamed “I’m the shit”: a flowy white dress that hugged my little bump just right, a gold belt for that extra flair, and flat sandals because I wasn’t tripping around pregnant. I swiped on some red lipstick for the finishing touch, Josh went nuts when I did that.I headed down to breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant, this fancy spot with chandeliers and white linen tables. Josh was already there, looking hot as hell in a gray shirt that showed off his shoulders, waiting for me with that smile that made me want to jump him right there.My mom and Beckie were with him, Mom all dolled up in a floral blouse she brought from Owen

Josh's POV I was over the moon watching Cassie hit it off so well with Venus. That woman had been my friend for over twenty years—since back when we were just dumb kids trying to find our way. Venus with her sewing talent, me starting out in business, we’d bumped into each other at some events and became thick as thieves. She got married a few years later, moved to New York with her husband, but we never let the friendship fade. Texts, calls, and the odd visit when I was in town kept us tight. Seeing her now, all sweet with Cassie, hit me right in the chest—like the past and present had collided in the best damn way. We were at her atelier, this fancy-as-hell spot in Manhattan, with Cassie trying on dresses, Beckie cracking jokes, and Rose all teary-eyed. I was leaning against a wall, just soaking it in, trying not to drool too much while they buzzed around my fiancée. But then Beckie clocked me and pointed. “Josh, get out! The groom can’t see the bride’s dress, it’s bad lu