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 the

something between Peter and

beside him broke his thoughts. "Peter sure has guts, doesn't

little nod, barely realizing he'd done

Oh, he definitely did.

theirs, and now, the noise level

in disbelief. Just as he was about to turn away, he suddenly froze, meeting

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

fascination. "How far along do you think they

hotter. "What's with you?

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

looked at him more

had always been open-minded. To her, these things were

still innocent when it came to

to science for so long, and the most he'd ever done was kiss her. Beyond

shoulders and gently pushed her back towards his room. "It's late. Go to

was looking for you. Don't you really have that kind of

went red, but he tried to keep his tone steady. "We're not

only nineteen. He was right; she was still a bit

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

really don't know

could barely look at

before she could look back. "Get