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𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

Chapter 4

Mr. Nicholson's house was not actually a house, it was a grand mansion that looked to be worth billions.

I gaped my mouth as I stared at its extravagant exterior; there was everything you could think of, from an infinity-edged swimming pool overlooking the majestic nature, to a vast multi-purpose pergola. It was immaculate and extremely beautiful.

It partially reminded me of the mansion my parents used to own before they passed on. It had been big but it was evident that Mr. Nicholson's was huge and modern. He was a loaded man.

My bags were taken by the buff guards at the entrance and I was led into the tremendous mansion.

Zoë had been quite sad and upset that I was suddenly leaving, but she knew that I had to. I had to start choosing me. Independence was something I needed to start pondering on. I had to earn my own money and making a proper living.

She had gotten me a few new clothes for me to wear and I had also gotten myself some, but I realized that much to my dismay, there was a huge closet full of new clothes specifically bought for me. I could have spent my money on something else then.

The room I got was exceptional. From the satiny sheets on the plush bed to the electronically programmed lavish bathroom.

I didn't have to wait for hot water or anything, all I had to do was use a fancy device to set my desired temperature, which had various settings such as dimming the lights or closing the curtains.

I tried to look unfazed by all the advanced things around me, but I couldn't help but gasp whenever I saw something I had never seen before. It was evident that Yves Nicholson was a pure epicurean.

The guards left me and one informed me that I'd get someone to help me settle in soon. Yves himself was not home and was only going to arrive at midnight or later at two am, as told by Aiden.

I decided to inspect my clothes and gaped as I saw how scanty most of them were. The bras were see-through and some just had nipple embroidery but the rest was transparent.

I couldn't help but notice there wasn't a single red clothing item. It was perplexing, but I brushed it off.

"I know I have a lovely taste in clothing," a familiar deep voice said from behind me and I rolled my eyes as I realized who it was.

"You are full of shit and I hope you know that," I scowled as I tossed a completely see-through bra into the trash can.

"I do but look on the bright side, you're going to feel and look sexy." Aiden walked into the closet room before picking up one of the white panties from the compartment.

He looked hot in his tight white shirt and dark trousers that hugged his legs perfectly. He looked like a true model and he looked very similar to Yves, except the eye colour and the hair.