The next morning

Hours later and I'm stirring once again, groans and grunts as I sit up and stretch with the couch doing a number on my neck and back. Making more zombie like noises as I slowly woke up and my current reality set in once again. Just a few more days at most of dealing with Wiley. I could do this. Put up with Wiley for just a little longer and then live happily ever after with Sarah. It was all gonna be worth it.

Reluctantly I stood up, stretching some more as I shuffled towards the kitchen. There I found Sarah, staring down at her drink and already dressed for the day. Black leggings that clung tight to her ass and a dark blue blouse showing off a modest bit of cleavage, red hair already up in a bun as she absentmindedly twirled a spoon around in her cup until she looked up and saw me.

"Oh good you're up. Umm, good morning. And Liam, about last night..." Sarah said, way more nervous than usual. Was she really this freaked out over Wiley spooning with her?

"Sarah it's fine. Wiley did his thing and just, I dunno, maybe we all needed a bit of sleep and some space, but it's all fine."

Sarah looked stunned, which was a good sign. She must've been expecting me to throw a fit again, but nope. I wasn't gonna let Wiley get to me. I'd let the asshole play his little game and show that he was still the same hopeless dork that I bullied through school, while I had matured. He was a demanding brat throwing his enormous weight around, and I was the sensible adult here, the real man.

"Really? Are you sure? I know Wiley asked you first but to let him se-"

"Sarah honestly, it's fine, I'm fine with it. What's the harm right? I mean, Wiley could have asked for something a hell of a lot worse if he wanted to," I said with a **** chuckle, and Sarah started her way over to me, planting a kiss on my cheek. Right away I knew I was playing this the right way, this approach was working a lot better than yesterday's and my mood perked up that things were going much smoother.

"I could hmm? Hear that Sarah Bear, I think big bad Liam is coming around to me being in control," Wiley said as he waddled into the room, shockingly confident and ruining my good mood with his awful voice alone. I glared at him but didn't want to speak up, last thing I needed was to scream at him and start the day with Sarah pissed at me again. When I didn't say anything though, Sarah just looked at me, clearly a little surprised that I didn't object.

"Uhh yeah, maybe he is," Sarah said, flashing me a tiny smile.

"Well since Liam is fine with me asking for something a bit worse...I think I'd like the same good morning kiss you gave Liam. After all, you're supposed to treat me just like him since I'm the man of the house now, so how bout it Sarah Bear?"

I felt my eye twitch slightly at his request, and Sarah looked up at me for a second, again expecting me to object. I bit my tongue and Sarah slowly walked up to him, I had to fight the urge to instinctively grab her hand and pull her away from him, but I tried to act unbothered. Telling myself over and over that a kiss on the cheek isn't so bad. It's fine. It's fine. Hell, she kisses my sister on the cheek when she sees her, same with my nephew, this is okay.

Wiley was eyeing me as Sarah approached, the pervy bastard was obviously hoping I'd blow up and explode over this. I looked away at the last second, not wanting to see it actually happen, heading over to the fridge to get some juice and ignoring what was happening. At least, until Wiley spoke up again.

"That isn't really bad though, is it? I think I have something in mind that's more...what was the wording you used Liam? A hell of a lot worse?" Wiley said, smirk wide on his chubby face. Sarah had a noticeably worried expression on her face, although I'm not sure why she'd be worried, it's not like Wiley could actually think of anything actually bad.

"So Liam, how about you go and make my bed for me, I don't want you here when I give Sarah her 'hell of a lot worse' command."

I took a deep breath, not wanting to lose my cool. I was gonna be the bigger man. I took a drink and gave a shrug.

"Fine. I'll go take care of your bed," I said, and even Wiley seemed shocked at my agreeing. I walked out of the kitchen without arguing his request, although I couldn't help but linger outside the doorway for just a minute to listen in and try to see what he had in mind for Sarah.

"Wow, I'm really surprised Liam is being so...fine with everything," Sarah said. Wiley let out one of his usual atrocious laughs, even if I was trying to not kill him I still couldn't stand the fat bastard. I shifted a little, instinctively shuddering at just the sound of his laugh and the floorboard creaking a bit under me.

"Told you he was coming around, I think he's enjoying it even more than I am! Now about that something worse..." Wiley said, "lean in close Sarah Bear, I think I've got something fun in mind."

Damn. He must have heard me and knew I was listening.

"Jesus Wiley are you serious? You actually want me to fla-" I heard Sarah say, before she was cut off.

"Liam was the one who brought up me wanting something much worse, remember? It was his idea, so you can feel totally comfortable doing it, Liam suggested it after all. Now get to it!" Wiley demanded. I rolled my eyes at the idea of this pudgy weirdo being actually dominant, he sounded like more of a spoiled brat to me, but I ignored that, heading for the bedroom.