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.

for young ears drifted from

quickly straightened up. He'd suspected something between Peter and Jenkins, but knowing they'd already gone that far—now,

broke his thoughts. "Peter sure has guts,

a little nod, barely realizing he'd

Oh, he definitely did.

noise level from inside made it clear Peter was putting in quite

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

steps, stammering, "What…what

wide-eyed fascination. "How far along

face burn hotter. "What's with you? You're

just shrugged. "It's a normal, healthy thing.

she looked at him more closely. "Or don't you

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

was still innocent when it came to

science for so long, and the most he'd ever done was

gently pushed her back towards his

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

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

right; she was still a bit

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

don't know when

almost glowing, and he could barely look

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