Her Collateral Bride: A Lesbian Age Gap Romance

made it pretty much across the country from the brownstone

Haley’s dad owned. This lady wasn’t messing around, and it

was clear that when her dad said she was rich, she was

seriously rich. The house was nothing short of a monolith.

Made of stone, with a fountain in the middle of the driveway

just like in movies, wrought iron gates that fronted the drive,

the house was three stories tall. Haley could also see, just from

the driveway, that there was a structure in the backyard,

probably a pool house, and she could make out a tennis court

off to the side. In addition to all of that, the property had a

crazy view of the water, and an endless expanse of green grass

that was probably acres of shorefront.

Haley thought their house was expensive. She’d never seen

anything like this. What would a place like this cost? Ten

million? Twenty?

If this lady could afford all of this, why was she still sore

about the restaurant her dad had taken full ownership of over a

decade ago? He’d pushed her out, he admitted that much, and

apparently old grudges died slow deaths.

Haley parked at the top of the driveway, where the curve

met the house and wrapped back around. Her car felt old and

cheap next to the house, even though it wasn’t either of those

things. She ground her teeth and clenched her hands into tight

fists before getting out.

No one came to greet her. No valet, no butler, no one.

And then, finally, there was someone. A petite woman with

closely cropped dark hair, piercing eyes the color of the finely

manicured lawn surrounding the house. She wasn’t wearing a

suit. She was wearing skinny jeans, combat boots that suited

her, and a tucked-in black t-shirt. The exposed skin of her