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

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

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

gave a little nod, barely realizing

Oh, he definitely did.

guest room had thinner walls than theirs, and now, the noise level from

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

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

with wide-eyed fascination. "How far along do you think they are? Clothes off

with you? You're a girl—don't you know any

normal, healthy thing. What's there to

more closely. "Or don't you

redder. Growing up abroad, Erin had always been open-minded.

when it came to

ever done was kiss her. Beyond that? This was a whole

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

you. Don't you really

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

nineteen. He was right; she

in mock disappointment. "Alright. Then for my

really don't know when to

face was almost glowing, and he could barely look at

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