"You own homes? As in homes plural?" I ask with slightly wide eyes. I know as a younger person, many people in my generation will never be able to afford a home, even with mortgages and loans. It would only be possible if you won the lottery, got famous or married rich.
He smirks and nods as he lifts his glass of wine up to his lips and takes a sip. "Yes, four" I nearly choke on my wine, making it much harder to swallow, the taste somehow becoming more bitter.
"Four homes?" I reiterate. He nods like it's the most normal thing in the world, perhaps in his world, it is.
"I own a property in Cheshire where my family lives, a beachfront property in both Sydney and California and a house in the Hampton's. I also have apartments in Paris, New York, Moscow and Melbourne that I loan out to frie
