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.

weren't for young ears drifted from

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

voice beside him broke his thoughts. "Peter sure has guts,

little nod,

Oh, he definitely did.

theirs, and now, the noise level from

about to

back a few steps, stammering, "What…what

ear to the door, listening with wide-eyed fascination. "How far along do you think they are?

"What's with

"It's a normal, healthy thing.

she looked at him more closely. "Or

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

when it came

science for so long, and the most he'd ever done was kiss her. Beyond that? This was a whole new

took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her back towards his room. "It's late. Go to bed already. Stop

wasn't causing trouble—I was looking for you. Don't you really have that kind

to keep his tone steady.

He was right; she was still a bit

for my twentieth birthday,

don't know

could barely look at her. "How

room before she could look back. "Get in there and sleep. Quit