What The Actual F- ?

“WHAT?!”

Liam stared at you, utterly frozen. His jaw slackened, eyes blown wide in pure, unfiltered shock. He looked like someone had just slapped him across the face with a live fish.

You cringed slightly, shifting on your bed as you tucked your legs under you. “Uh. Yeah?”

Liam shot up from his seat, pacing the small dorm room like he was trying to physically walk off the sheer insanity of what you’d just dumped on him. “You’re telling me,” he started, voice still in disbelief, “that in the span of a single month, you’ve been sucking off not one, but two rich assholes for cash, you’ve been going to insane high-profile events, taking literal God-magic memory-wiping ****, and you just—forgot to use them sometimes?! Oh, and let’s not forget the cottage trip, where you blew a guy more than once, had a threesome, and then—” He turned to you, eyes wild. “And then you slept with Damian Kane?”

You pressed your lips together. “…That about sums it up.”

Liam let out a hysterical laugh, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh my god.”

You waited as he took a deep, slow breath.

“Okay, okay—let’s back up.” He gestured wildly. “Vincent? The fucking business bro? You—you let him pay you like a sugar baby?!”

You made a face. “It wasn’t a sugar baby situation. It was just—”

“—He put cash in your bra—”

“—For a service!”

Liam groaned, shoving his fingers through his hair. “That is exactly what a sugar baby is, idiot! ” He paused, then turned to you. “Wait, and Richard too?! You just copy-pasted the deal with im?!”

You shifted uncomfortably. “I mean…it worked. He needed me to stay quiet.”

“Oh my fucking god.” He exhaled, sitting back down heavily. “And the mints—”

You grimaced. “Yeah…”

Liam’s gaze sharpened. “You intentionally didn’t use them sometimes.”

Your stomach twisted slightly. “Um…Yeah.”

“Like with Damian.”

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

Liam studied you for a long moment, then let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. “And you felt like doing that? Oh my god, your brain has been...well, it's been fucked with.”

You scoffed. “Wow, thanks.”

“No, I mean—” He leaned forward, his voice dropping slightly. “Do you even realize what that means?”

You hesitated. “I just—” You swallowed. “I just didn’t want to forget everything.”

Liam’s eyes softened, but his expression remained serious. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “And that’s the problem. Like, wanting sex is totally okay, duh, sexual desires and all that. But, what that means for you, is that you're losing your guy self.”

You looked away.

Liam let out a breath before shaking his head and moving on. “Okay—moving on—” He shot you an incredulous look. “A fucking threesome?”

You groaned. “Oh my god, Liam—”

“No, no, I need details. What happened?”

You rolled your eyes. “It just…happened, okay? Madison was all over me, Leo was there, and it was late—”

Liam held up a hand. “You willingly had a threesome?”

You pursed your lips. “He wasn’t with me. He didn't fuck me, it was just Madison.”

Liam groaned into his hands. “I need a drink.”

You grinned. “I think you need a few.”

Liam let out a frustrated laugh before narrowing his eyes at you. “Okay, but Damian?” His tone shifted, growing more serious. “I need to hear exactly how that happened.”

You shifted slightly. “It was…” You bit your lip. “A lot.”

Liam leaned in. “Details. Now.”

You inhaled. “Okay. Well—”

And as you recounted everything—from the heat in Damian’s gaze to the way his hands had felt on your body, the way he had claimed you, how it had felt to be with him, to give in completely—Liam listened with rapt attention.

His expression shifted from shock to intrigue to something else entirely, something unreadable. But by the time you finished, he leaned back and exhaled.

“…You actually fucked Damian Kane,” he said, almost in awe.

You sighed. “Yeah.”

Liam whistled lowly. “You really don’t do things halfway, huh?”

You groaned. “Shut up.”

Liam smirked, but then his expression sobered. “And you liked it.”

You hesitated. And then, finally, you nodded.

Liam exhaled, running a hand through his hair again. “Holy shit.”

You huffed. “Yeah.”

A beat of silence passed before Liam let out another laugh. “You are so fucked.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Who would've thought sex would feel good, huh, Liam? Sorry, not sorry.”

But the worst part was that he was right. He had a point.

"But that might not have been entirely your fault..." Liam said, an anxious expression crossing his face.

You blinked. “What?”

Liam sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “I mean—everything with Damian. You wanting to fuck him. That might have been...Aphrodite’s doing...or mine.”

Your stomach dropped. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Liam met your gaze, guilt flashing across his features, before he let out a heavy breath and started talking.

And then he kept talking. And talking. And the more he said, the more your stomach twisted into an absolute fucking knot. By the time he was done, you just stared at him.

For a long time.

“WHAT?!”

Liam flinched. “I know—”

“You fucked Aphrodite?!” you shrieked, eyes wide.

Liam opened his mouth, closed it, then sighed. “Yeah.”

“TWICE?!”

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Look, it’s not—”

“You knew she was punishing me for it and you still did it?!” Your voice rose in sheer disbelief. “What the fuck, Liam?!”

He lifted his hands in defense. “I was pissed, okay?! And drunk—”

“—And stupid!”

“I know—”

You gawked at him. “You seriously—” Your voice caught, because your brain finally caught up to what he’d actually told you.

And then you just stared at him again. Liam met your gaze, expression sheepish. A beat of silence.

“…Sydney Sweeney in a bunny suit?”

Liam immediately groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Oh my god, Luna, c'mon.”

You gaped at him. “You wished for Sydney Sweeney in a bunny suit?”

He shot you a look. “She’s hot, okay?!”

You let out a hysterical laugh. “Oh my god—”

Liam groaned again. “Can we not—”

“No, no, we can,” you said, grinning, because this was too much. You gestured wildly. “And Zendaya? Anal with Zendaya?”

He pointed at you. “I was drunk, okay! I didn't know what I was thinking!”

“And you said yes?!”

Liam threw his hands up. “I’m not gonna say no to Zendaya!”

You wheezed. “Oh my god.”

Liam scowled at you. “Like you’re one to talk, Miss Threesome.”

You choked. “Okay, rude—”

“Oh, and let’s not forget the best part,” Liam continued, tone dripping with sarcasm. He gestured at himself. “Just before I got my brain absolutely wrecked by the literal goddess of sex, she also decided to show me some fun little visions—”

Your stomach sank.

Liam’s voice flattened. “You and Richard. You were riding him, making out. You were laughing about me with him.”

Your chest tightened. “Not true!” you said immediately, voice sharp.

Liam’s gaze didn’t waver.

“Not true,” you repeated, voice firm. “That never happened.”

His jaw clenched slightly.

“I swear,” you said, eyes searching his. “That never fucking happened, Liam. Ever.”

A long silence. Then, finally, Liam sighed. “…I figured.”

You let out a breath. “Thank the gods.”

“But the second time,” he continued, voice darker now. “She showed me you having a threesome with Vincent, Richard, and Damian. At the same time.”

Your mouth fell open. “WHAT?”

Liam gave you a look.

You recoiled. “That never happened.”

He rolled his eyes. “I figured that too. I thought she was showing me porn to turn me on.”

You gawked. “Ugh. Why the fuck would she show you that?”

Liam scoffed. “Because she knew I was already pissed at you. She knew I was drunk and alone and just waiting for an excuse.”

You let out a sharp breath. “And so you just—went along with it?”

He hesitated. Then, finally, he sighed. “Yeah.”

You stared at him.

Liam exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I knew there’d be consequences for you. I knew. But I was just so—so mad at you, and she was right there, and she’s—” He broke off, then shook his head. “I wasn’t thinking.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Oh my god.”

Liam sighed. “I know.”

“You’re so fucking stupid.”

“I know.”

You let out a miserable groan. “Okay—timeline check.”

Liam nodded. “Yeah.”

“Second time with the sex goddess,” you continued. “That was…last night?”

Liam’s expression darkened slightly. “Yeah.”

Your heart stuttered. You froze. Then, slowly, you lifted your gaze to his.

Liam frowned. “What?”

Your stomach twisted. “Liam.”

He studied you. “What?”

You inhaled sharply. "Last night, there's a huge gap in my memory. All the build-up to me ending up in Damian's bedroom was a blur.”

Liam stilled. You swallowed. “Before that? I was playing the game, flirting, all the usual charades. Sure, he was attractive, but I wasn't just dying to take his pants off.” Your throat felt tight. “And then, all of a sudden, it's the night time and I wanted him so badly. Like, there was nothing else on my mind except getting my panties off for him.”

Liam’s expression hardened.

You sucked in a breath. “That was her.”

Liam exhaled sharply. “That bitch.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah.”

Liam dragged a hand through his hair. “I knew I shouldn’t have messed with that whore.”

Your lips twitched slightly. “Wow, misogynistic and accurate. Watch your words, she might show up.”

Liam huffed, shaking his head. “I can’t fucking believe this.”

You groaned. “Join the club.”

A heavy silence.

“So…was it good?”

You blinked. “What?”

Liam shot you an incredulous look. “Was fucking Damian Kane actually worth all this bullshit?”

You hesitated. “…Yeah.”

Liam laughed. “You’re so fucked.”

You let out a miserable groan. “I know. But I mean it. It felt...good. That shouldn't be a surprise, that's how sex is supposed to be, dude.”

Liam sighed. “Ugh, yeah, I get it...so, this mindset shift, it's new to you?”

You looked at him, afraid to say the truth. “Yeah...it's now kind of normal for me to, you know, look at you and think you're handsome...in that way.”

“You’re so fucked.”

You buried your face in your hands. “I know.”

And this time? You really did.