The next morning and making plans for the day

While the sleeping pills helped me feel loopy and out of it enough to pass out, they certainly did nothing to help the quality of my sleep. I woke up hours later to the sounds of someone in the kitchen, my entire body sore from a night of tossing and turning on the stiff couch.

"Fuck. One night out here and I'm already an old man," I mumbled to myself as I stood up, knees and back and neck cracking and popping like bubble wrap as I slowly stretched to try and wake my body up. Heading for the kitchen I see Sarah happily fixing us breakfast, in the same nightie as last night.

"Sarah, you're wearing that?" I grumbled out.

"Well good morning to you too," she said, "and yeah I showed you last night, remember?"

My blood was slightly rushing at this point as I thought about Wiley and how he no doubt reacted to seeing her like that.

"You wore that. Around that fat disgusting sack of...him!?" I said, growling out the last word. Sarah was acting completely unbothered, leaving me firmly as the only sane person in this goddamn house.

"Yeah I mean, he'd already seen me in it earlier so of course I did, it's actually pretty comfy! And I told you, be nice to Wiley and I'll keep being nice to you. Be mean to Wiley, and...well...maybe I'll only be nice to Wiley," Sarah said, in her usual playful tone that told me she was joking and teasing, but not to push her and make her actually follow through.

Wiley stomped into the room before I could even begin to argue with Sarah, letting out a loud yawn and stretching, his shirt riding up and unable to cover his fat stomach hanging out. I could just punch him right in the center. Like a target on a carnival game, dead middle. Sarah might dump me for it but for an ever so brief moment I think it could still be worth it.

"That's such a comfortable bed you know, and the company was amazing!" Wiley bragged "How was the couch?"

Sarah shot me a glance, a narrowed glare that told me "don't start shit" in as subtle a way as she could manage. Closing my eyes and letting out a snarl, I fought my urge to turn Wiley into a greasy smear on my fist and took a second to answer.

"The couch was fine. I can manage it for another night or two," I said back, and Wiley just smirked at me. He sat down at the table and practically made a show out of how obviously he turned his attention to Sarah, or rather to her plump backside in the skimpy nightie.

"Sarah Bear, since you seem to like that nightie you've got on, I think we should go shopping today. Get you some more outfits that are fit for a woman like yourself."

Sarah was immediately on board, bouncing a bit in excitement and unaware that it was making her already skimpy outfit seem more obscene with how her ass jiggled at her movement.

"No fucking chance you're going without me," I said, and the small huff from Wiley was enough to tell me he had something fucky planned that he didn't want me there for. Tough shit fatty, I wasn't going to let you have your little shopping fantasy with MY girlfriend without me there.

"Liam, you aren't going to mess it up and cause a fight are you?" Sarah said. As if this was all fucking my fault! My attempt at protesting was cut off before I could get two words out.

"Either stay here and I'll text you updates, or come along and behave yourself! I mean it, if you say so much as one bad word to Wiley or don't listen to him, I'll....I'll..." Sarah trailed off, trying to think of how to end her threat.

"She'll buy any clothing I pick out," Wiley said, "and she'll wear absolutely anything I tell her to for as long as I'm here."

I slowly turned to him, sitting at the table with the same smug expression he'd have in class when the teacher called on him to answer a question. Like he knew he said the best answer possible, immediate A+ for the suck up teacher's pet, and Sarah's excitement told me he was right to be proud.

"Perfect! Yes, that!" Sarah said, delighted by Wiley's stipulation. My jaw was still open as I looked at her, in disbelief that she'd agree to something like that.

There is no fucking way I can leave Wiley alone with Sarah, especially shopping for clothes! No chance.

But, if somehow I did something that made Sarah follow through on her threat, that could be bad. Fucking BAD bad. She wouldn't actually do that though, right? Shit, could I risk it?