There's no way I'd lose twice, right?

"Double or nothing!" I blurted out. I mean, it was fucking luck! A fluke, the asshole just happened to get a decent card while I got stuck with a crummy little five. He couldn't be that lucky every fucking time.

"Damn Liam, you must love me getting more power over Sarah hmm?" Wiley said, and this time I swear I saw my brain with how much I rolled my eyes. At least Sarah was smart enough to not believe Wiley on shit like that.

"Double or nothing sounds phenomenal to me. This time if I win, then..." Wiley said, looking over at Sarah. Again he was blatantly ogling her, but she didn't seem to notice or care.

"I get to decide on a fun new pet name that Sarah Bear will always call me," he said. Wiley knew I hated how **** Sarah was when it came to nicknames and pet names, both using them for others and having people use them for her. One of her few flaws that annoyed me, Wiley calling her Sarah Bear grated on me every fucking time and he knew it, made even worse by how she wouldn't call me anything except Liam.

Still, I damn sure couldn't back down now.

"Fine, yeah, lets go," I said. Wiley again shuffled the cards around in a practiced blur before holding out the deck. I grabbed one and felt my first bit of actual delight since he showed up at our door.

"A jack, about fuckin time a game goes better for me," I said, holding it proudly out. Sarah bounced a bit, giving a playful clap. Wiley's confidence didn't seem to waiver though as he took the next card, giving it a quick glance and holding it out.

"A king, fitting for me I'd say," Wiley joked, letting out his Jabba the Hutt laugh. The largest sigh in my life followed after, what the FUCK kind of luck does this bastard have!?

"Yeah yeah, fine. Sarah has to call you a new name. What's it gonna be tubbo?" I said, taking some tiny comfort in calling him whatever name I chose at least.

"Master Wiley," he said immediately, no hesitation. Sarah visibly gulped, while I just rolled my eyes and shook my head. Sarah was fidgeting with the hem of her blouse, pale cheeks blushing hard and eyes locked onto the floor as Wiley kept going.

"You can feel free to call me Master as well Liam," he said, smiling at me "maybe you'd find you enjoy it?"

"Not gonna happen sadfuck," I snapped back, not that Wiley seemed to care.

"That's fine, as long as Sarah Bear calls me it, that's all that matters."

Wiley turned to Sarah, as usual making no effort to hide that he was being an obnoxious perv, and as always Sarah was oblivious. She took a few seconds, then looked up and locked eyes with him.

"Yes...Master," Sarah said, her voice trembling slightly.

"Mmm I do love the sound of that. Say it again Sarah Bear, a bit slower this time," Wiley requested.

"O-okay...Master Wiley," Sarah repeated. Her voice still shook a bit, trembling and a little more breathy than usual, but I was probably not hearing it clearly over the churning of my stomach. I gagged, if I'd already eaten breakfast I guarantee I would have lost it here at listening to Sarah say it again.

"I need a fuckin shower," I said, at this point I had to get away from Wiley before I snapped and sucker punched the bastard. I stomped out of the kitchen, another two stupid losses to Wiley and a dreadful start to my day. As soon as I was around the corner I heard a feint snapping sound come from the kitchen, Wiley cashing in his first victory with Sarah, but at this point I was so tired of Wiley I didn't even care to try and barge back in on it.

"Already? Okay Master Wiley, anytime you want right?" Sarah said, another giggle from her and another gag from me. I marched to the bathroom, eager to wash off this awful fucking morning.