(Un)expected Guest

The knock at the door reverberated through the dorm, cutting through the tense silence like a blade. Liam shot you a cautious look before moving to open it.

When the door swung open, the sight on the other side was stunning enough to knock the breath out of both of you.

A young woman, seemingly Asian of sorts, stood there, her features a perfect blend of elegance and allure. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled mischievously, framed by long, dark lashes, and her glossy black hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft waves. She wore a silky dress that clung to her curves like a second skin, highlighting the swell of her ample breasts and cinching at her impossibly tiny waist before flowing over wide hips. The slit in the dress revealed a toned, creamy thigh with each deliberate step she took into the room, her red stilettos clicking against the floor. Her perfume—a mix of jasmine and something undeniably intoxicating—filled the air as she passed Liam, brushing a manicured hand against his arm.

“Oh, this is delicious!” she cooed, her voice dripping with delight. “Your first fight as a couple. The tension, the anger, the passion... It’s just _so _adorable!”

You froze in place, your mind racing. That voice, that attitude—it could only be one person. Liam’s face turned ghostly pale as realization dawned on him too.

“Aphrodite,” he muttered, his tone somewhere between disbelief and dread.

“Oh, darling, don’t say my name like that.” She pouted, stepping closer to him, her fingers lightly tracing a line down his chest. “You know I hate it when you’re not excited to see me. And after you worked so hard for me!”

You couldn’t help but gape at the scene unfolding before you. “What the hell are you doing here?” you demanded, your voice sharper than you intended.

Aphrodite turned to you with a gleeful smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, don’t look so grumpy, sweetheart. I’m just here to congratulate Liam on a job well done.”

Liam stiffened. “What... are you talking about?”

Her grin widened, and she sauntered over to the couch, sinking into it with a casual grace. She crossed her legs, the slit in her dress parting even further to reveal more of her toned leg. “Oh, don’t be shy now, Liam. You know exactly what I mean.” She tilted her head, her dark eyes glittering with mischief as she looked at you. “You really don’t know, do you?”

“Know what?” you asked, your stomach sinking.

Aphrodite’s laughter was like the chiming of bells, though there was a cruel edge to it. “Oh, this is precious. You see, darling,” she began, addressing you, “I gave Liam a little challenge. A punishment for all the fun you’ve been having at my expense.”

You looked at Liam, whose face was now beet red. “What challenge?”

Aphrodite clapped her hands together, leaning forward with barely contained glee. “I told him that if he didn’t get you to suck his cock within a week, I’d curse him so he’d never be able to get hard again.” Her gaze flicked to Liam, and she winked. “And look at him—he succeeded!”

The words hit you like a truck. Your mind reeled as you pieced together what she was saying. Your stomach churned, a mix of betrayal, confusion, and... something else that you couldn’t quite name. “You’re kidding,” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Oh, I never kid about things like this,” Aphrodite replied, reclining lazily against the couch.

You turned to Liam, who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “Is that true?”

“I—” He faltered, his voice breaking. “It’s not what it sounds like.”

“Not what it sounds like?!” you snapped, your voice rising. “You knew, and you didn’t tell me?”

“I couldn’t!” Liam shouted, his hands balling into fists. “She said it had to be a secret, or the deal was off!”

“It’s true,” Aphrodite interjected, her tone sing-song. “And don’t be too hard on him, darling. He really didn’t have a choice. Poor thing was so ****.” She leaned forward, her gaze locking on Liam as if you weren’t even in the room. “But you came through for me, didn’t you, handsome?” Her fingers traced circles on the couch’s armrest as her lips curled into a seductive smile.

“Stop it,” you barked, glaring at her. “Whatever game you’re playing, just stop.”

Aphrodite shrugged, her expression unbothered. “I’m not playing any games. I just wanted to stop by and celebrate Liam’s success. And maybe...” Her gaze flicked back to him, lingering on his jawline. “Remind him that he has other options. Ones that won’t yell at him all the time.”

Your fists clenched. “Get out.”

Aphrodite laughed, the sound melodic and mocking. “Oh, sweetheart, you can’t kick me out. I’m a goddess."

You groaned internally. Of course, she wasn’t done.

“Liam, be a dear and sit with me,” she cooed, patting the couch beside her.

Liam hesitated for a moment, glancing at you, but the subtle glint of command in her eyes left him no room to refuse. Reluctantly, he sat, and Aphrodite wasted no time cozying up to him. She leaned against his side, her hand casually resting on his thigh, her smile predatory.

“You really are a good boy, Liam,” she purred, her fingers tracing lazy circles against his leg. “So loyal. So willing to go the extra mile... for me.”

Your teeth clenched at her blatant flirtation. “Do you mind getting to the point?” you snapped, the tension in your voice undeniable.

Her demeanor shifted immediately, her flirty smirk fading as her gaze snapped to you, sharp and focused. “The outfit,” she said, her voice suddenly calm but layered with an edge of judgment. Her eyes swept over you, from the tight emerald dress to your heels. “I’ll admit, you cleaned up nicely. It’s almost a shame it was all for nothing.”

You tensed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Aphrodite chuckled, reclining against Liam as if she were settling in for a long conversation. “Oh, darling, I was watching tonight. Every painful, awkward, humiliating moment. Watching you chase after Damian like a lost puppy, then falling into the arms of that...” She waved her hand dismissively. “...poser, Vincent. And let’s not forget how much you enjoyed making out with him.”

Her words cut deep, though you refused to let it show. “That wasn’t about enjoyment,” you retorted. “It was strategy.”

Aphrodite’s laughter rang out, light and mocking. “Oh, sweetie, you can keep telling yourself that, but I saw the way you melted into him. The way you let him—” She paused, her smile widening as her gaze flicked toward Liam, whose jaw tightened. “Well, let’s just say you were very... committed to the role.”

You bristled, but before you could snap back, her tone shifted again, becoming low and menacing. “Speaking of commitment, I think it’s time we upped the stakes.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she raised a perfectly manicured finger, pointing it directly at your chest. “Those lovely B-cups of yours. I could make them a C in an instant.”

Panic surged through you, and you shook your head vehemently. “No! Don’t. Please.”

She tilted her head, her expression contemplative. “Hmm. Maybe not yet. But I’ll be keeping that option in my back pocket. Just a little reminder that I can always... improve you.”

Your stomach churned, and your hands instinctively crossed over your chest.

“Oh, and let’s not forget your little oral fixation,” she said, her voice dripping with mockery. “I’ve been keeping an eye on that too. Funny thing is, I had nothing to do with it.” She leaned forward, her smile sharp. “But I could make it worse. Much worse.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, your voice unsteady.

Aphrodite’s smile widened, and she pointed a finger in Liam’s direction. “Imagine this: every time you see Liam’s cock—during one of your arrangements, of course—you’ll feel an uncontrollable urge to suck it. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

Your blood ran cold. “No. Please. Don’t do that.”

Her laughter was chilling. “Oh, don’t beg. It’s unbecoming. But I’ll leave you with this: I’d much rather see you choose to do it voluntarily than have to curse you into it. So, let’s call it... a standing expectation.”

She rose gracefully from the couch, brushing her dress into place. “Well, my dears, it’s been a lovely evening, but I have other mortals to torment. Don’t disappoint me, now.” She snapped her fingers, and in a shimmer of golden light, she was gone.

The silence she left behind was suffocating. You turned to Liam, your heart pounding and your mind racing. You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, and from the look on his face, neither could he.