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

up. He'd suspected something between Peter and Jenkins,

him broke his

little nod, barely realizing he'd done

Oh, he definitely did.

noise level from inside made it clear Peter was putting

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

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

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

felt his face burn hotter. "What's with you? You're a girl—don't you

"It's a normal, healthy thing.

looked at him more closely.

abroad, Erin had

was still innocent when it came to

devoted himself to science for so long, and the most he'd ever done was kiss

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

looking for you.

his tone steady. "We're not there yet! Maybe when you turn

nineteen. He was right; she was still a

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

know when

he could barely look at her. "How are

her around, pushing her into his room before she could look back. "Get in there and sleep. Quit with