My Accidental Husband is a Billionaire

Charles cracked open his door just a bit, watching as a sneaky figure slipped into the guest room next door.

Wait—wasn't that Peter?

Groggy and confused, Charles wondered what Peter was doing, sneaking into the guest room instead of staying in his own.

Curious, he stepped closer, pressing his ear to the door. Voices trickled through.

A girl's surprised gasp: "Peter, what are you doing?"

It was Jenkins.

Then came Peter's low, creepy chuckle. "What do you think I'm doing in the middle of the night? Jenkins, we're together now—no need to tiptoe around anymore…"

Jenkins sounded alarmed. "No, wait, I—"

Her protest was quickly muffled, followed by a soft thud as if someone had been tossed onto the bed.

Peter released her, and Jenkins spoke up again, sounding indignant. "This is the Olsen house, Peter! You're not scared at all? What if someone catches us?"

"You're my girlfriend. Why does it matter if anyone finds out? Besides, this isn't the first time…we've already done it at your place, remember?"

"Stop—don't say that…"

From the sound of it, she was embarrassed and had covered his mouth.

But Peter, emboldened, clearly wasn't about to hold back now.

really weren't for young ears drifted from

he quickly straightened up. He'd suspected something between Peter and

beside him broke his thoughts. "Peter sure

thinking, Charles gave a little

Oh, he definitely did.

theirs, and now, the noise level from inside made it clear Peter was putting in quite

Just as he was about to turn away, he suddenly froze, meeting Erin's wide,

stumbled back a few steps, stammering, "What…what

had her ear to the door, listening with wide-eyed fascination. "How far

felt his face burn hotter. "What's with

"It's a normal, healthy thing. What's there to be embarrassed

more

even redder. Growing up abroad, Erin had always been open-minded. To her, these things were

when it came to

the most he'd ever done was kiss her. Beyond that? This

the shoulders and gently pushed her back towards his room. "It's

for you. Don't you really have that kind

tried to keep his tone steady. "We're not there yet! Maybe when

nineteen. He was right; she was still a bit

"Alright. Then for my twentieth birthday, maybe we can

know when to

was almost glowing, and he could barely look at her. "How are you

into his room before she could look back. "Get in