Sarah wants to talk. Now.

I kept mentally replaying what had just unfolded as I sat there, having to share a couch with the cause of all my fucking problems. Wiley, the asshole who was lying about his love shrine to my girlfriend all so he could win a fucking game. Wiley, who got to see Sarah just as exposed as me in an outfit that was meant to be special between us. Wiley, who was no doubt going to be jerking his miniscule cock tonight as he thought back to the sight of her. That was when the realization hit that he'd probably never seen so much of her body, ever. She always tried to downplay her impressive curves, especially her chest, and there it was on display for him to ogle and obsess over. Skimpy red and black lace was all that separated Wiley from seeing what he no doubt always wanted from her, the goddamn pervert. I felt a twinge through my cock thinking back to the view of her, even if I was furious at how it happened, it was impossible not to love the sight of Sarah exposed like that.

As I let out a long sigh, my heart no longer racing with rage as I calmed down little by little, my phone went off with a message from Sarah. Short and to the point.

Liam come here. We need to talk. Now.

I gulped as I read the text. She is mad. Real fuckin mad.

Shit.

With one last glare over at Wiley I let out a groan and headed for the bedroom. Why didn't Sarah see that it was his fucking fault all this was happening!? The disgusting fat perv just haaaad to barge in on tonight of all nights, just haaaad to play stupid ass truth or dare, just haaaaad to seize his chance to get Sarah to do something dirty. Another sigh followed from my lips as I reached the bedroom door, giving it a gentle knock before opening and shutting it behind me, not wanting Wiley to hear a word of whatever was gonna be said.

Sitting at the head of the bed, leaning against the headboard with one of her stupid squishmallow plushies, was Sarah. Her black robe was gone, not that it ever covered much of anything, and the lingerie that just a little while earlier Wiley got full view of was gone as well. Replaced by loose fitting sweatpants and one of my shirts that was baggy on her, although her chest was still impossible to miss pushing out the ratty old thing. Her ginger hair still down and flowing, and a calm expression on her face. Horrifyingly calm.

Shit. This was bad. BAD bad.

The gravity of the situation weighed down more as I stepped closer to the bed, not daring to sit down. I fucking hate Wiley, but I went overboard and Sarah was very much not in the damn mood for me to try and defend myself and point out that it was all Wiley's fault. I could not afford to make this worse right now. Just take it slow and let her take the lead, cannot get angry here, much as I want to destroy my voice screaming about Wiley.

"Liam. I don't want to be in a relationship with a bad person."

"What? Sarah I-" was all I manged to get out.

"Stop. Stop now," she said, and I gulped again as I waited for her to continue. I was already imagining in my head the worst case scenario, my body shaking a bit at the idea of what could possibly happen next. Sarah breaking up with me, ending our relationship here and now. Me immediately going to the couch and grabbing Wiley. Turning him into a smear on my fist. He'd deserve it, and I couldn't tell if I'd be more heartbroken about being dumped or enraged at Wiley if it happened.

"Actually, I should say that I won't let myself be in a relationship with a bad person. Now, I don't think you're a bad person, I really don't, and I love you so much."

A tiny sigh of relief. Okay, this is definitely fucking bad but at least she wasn't ending things or something **** all over that worthless prick.

"You're a bad person to Wiley though. He always put up with it and took it in stride and dealt with how mean you were and didn't let it hurt him too much, but he's been here for a few hours and look at what happens! I mean Liam, fuck did you not see what I just had on because of you!?" Sarah blurted out, a tiny crack in her voice as she said it and a rare time when she'd let a curse word slip out.

"Sarah he was the one who wanted that!" I said back, trying to defend myself as best I could. I get that I might have went overboard, and I guess maybe he wasn't cheating and just got lucky and I shouldn't have accused him, but shit why the hell was I the only one getting blamed!

"Yeah only because you were awful to him! He was just getting back at you!" she said, and then shook her head slightly, like she'd just replayed the moment in her mind. She shifted in bed, crossing her legs slightly and clearing her throat, her pale cheeks getting a bit of blush in them. I wanted to argue that Wiley clearly did it because he's a disgusting pervert, or that he wasn't worth having a fight over or even having in our lives, but I knew there was no way I should say anything. I was screwed here, it didn't matter that it was basically all because of him, I was the one taking the brunt of it, and I knew that she did at least have a point even if I didn't want to fucking admit that.

"It wouldn't have happened if you weren't like that to him. I know you don't like Wiley and I'm not asking you to worship the ground he walks on, but can you just..." she trailed off, tearing up a bit.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I stepped closer, a tentative hand on her shoulder as I gulped down my pride.

"Okay Sarah. You're right," I said, a shudder of absolute revulsion after. All because of fucking Wiley.

"Maybe I went too far. He matters to you and I get that. I promise I'll...try to...be...nice...to Wiley," I said, each word struggling to escape.

"Really? You mean it?" Sarah asked, light and joy returning to her face. I gave a nod, much as I hated to agree to any of this, another deep gulp as I tried to tell myself I was being the bigger man. The better man. I was the adult here and Wiley was still the same pervy brat that deserved to be bullied, and I was only doing this for Sarah and to show that I was the bigger guy. Sarah shuffled out of bed, standing up and leaning over to plant a kiss on my cheek.

"Thank you. I don't expect you guys to become best friends or anything, but it'll be good to have all this put behind us. Let's go so you can apologize to Wiley," she said, and I had the briefest moment of hesitance as I realized that I'd have to fucking apologize to that disgusting freak. Still, it was for Sarah, and maybe a tiny little part of me did over react at the possibility of him cheating, so I repeated to myself that I was being the bigger man and made peace with what I was going to have to do.

Sarah held my hand as we headed for the living room, where Wiley sat on the couch, curled into a disgusting fat ball. I could see some worry on his face as we came out holding hands, he had probably been hoping we would have fought more and broken up or something, so seeing us holding hands definitely shook his confidence in the situation a bit. His eyes quickly locked onto Sarah, no doubt thinking back to earlier and the view he'd had of her. Sarah gave my hand a squeeze to prompt me to start, so after another sigh I gave it my best shot.

"Wiley. I don't fucking like you."

"Wow great start," he said, still not even looking at me and with his eyes entirely fixed on Sarah. Fucking pervert.

"I don't like you. Sarah likes you though, so, I'm...sorry about the fucking game and I shouldn't have said you were cheating without proof," I managed, surprised my teeth didn't shatter at how hard I was gritting them. That was the best either of them would get, and luckily that seemed like enough for Sarah. When I looked over she was smiling at me, clearly happy with my attempt at an olive branch before she turned back towards Wiley.

"So there, does that help fix today?" Sarah said, as if I was the only damned thing wrong with what happened.

"Well I mean, it's nice to hear but I didn't really need the apology, the view alone more than made up for him," Wiley said, as if he was trying to goad me into saying something. Openly joking about the view he got of her, and Sarah to my surprise didn't speak up about it either, looking her way she was just blushing lightly over the nightmare that had unfolded.

"But yeah that takes care of today, how do we balance out the rest?" Wiley said, half jokingly and laughing to himself after.

"Well I mean it's not like you can bully Liam for the next ten years," Sarah quickly said, giggling after. The idea of Wiley bullying anyone was laughable and got a chuckle out of me, and for a brief second with the three of us laughing, it eased the tension and felt like three normal adults.

"Maybe not for five years, but I won't be staying with you long. How about to make it right and really clean the slate, I get to be the bully and act like Liam for as long as I'm here? I get to be, ya know, the man of the house," Wiley said. The mood shifted from joking to a slow realization that he was being serious. My jaw opened slightly and I looked over at Sarah.

There was no fucking way.

"That's a great idea!" she said, and I could hardly believe it. I was about to scream and yell at how absurd this all was as I looked at her. My endlessly sweet, stunningly gorgeous and hot as fuck girlfriend, love of my life.

Looking into Sarah's pleading eyes, what choice did I have? I said I'd play nice, and Sarah would lose her fucking mind at me if I immediately went back on that. Besides, he'd be gone in a day or two, what was the worst that would happen? He'd call me a few names or have me getting him drinks or something, big fuckin deal.

I grunted out "Fine" and sealed the deal. Wiley looked a little stunned, must've not expected me to agree, and then his surprise turned into a filthy smirk.