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

as he quickly straightened up. He'd suspected something between Peter and Jenkins, but knowing they'd already gone

playful voice beside him broke his thoughts. "Peter sure has

thinking, Charles gave a little nod, barely realizing

Oh, he definitely did.

level

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

steps, stammering, "What…what are you

had her ear to the door, listening with wide-eyed fascination.

hotter. "What's with

normal, healthy

looked at him more

had always been open-minded.

innocent when it came to this

most he'd ever done was kiss her. Beyond that?

he took her by the shoulders and gently pushed her back towards

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

ears went red, but he tried to keep his tone steady. "We're not there yet! Maybe when you turn

nineteen. He was right; she was

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

really don't know

could barely look at her.

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