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

suspected something between Peter and Jenkins, but knowing they'd already gone that far—now,

him broke his thoughts.

Charles gave a little nod, barely

Oh, he definitely did.

theirs, and now, the noise level from

he was about to turn away, he

a few steps, stammering, "What…what

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

his face burn hotter. "What's with you?

healthy

more closely. "Or don't you want

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

when it came

himself to science for so long, and the most he'd ever done was kiss her. Beyond that? This was a

her back towards his room. "It's late. Go to bed already. Stop

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

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

only nineteen. He was right; she was still a

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

don't know

face was almost glowing, and he could barely look at her. "How are you

she could