Later on, after the sketch is finished, Sonny sits in the dressing room, waiting for Chad to call. He was going to be shooting Mackenzie Falls until late that night, but when he was done, they would meet at his apartment. Tawni has already gone home, along with everyone else. Sonny told her Mom that she was spending the night at Tawni's house, knowing her Mom didn't have Tawni's number so she could call and check on her. Sonny didn't like lying to her Mom, but if it meant spending a night with Chad and then waking up in his arms, then it was worth it. She couldn't get enough of him. He was so amazing and handsome and funny, even if she did hate his guts and his attitude and that cocky little smirk of his. But she also loved how he said her name, how he always held her after they had made love, how he would do sweet little things like send her roses. Sure, they still got into fights, more often then Sonny would like to admit, but she knew they cared about each other. She still has an hour until Chad would be free, so she flips on the tv. The television is turned to the news and it has a picture of Chad holding hands with Portlyn and whispering in her ear. Sonny burns with jealousy. How dare he! She picks up her cell phone and dials his number, not bothering to obey his strict warnings of never calling when he was shooting. He answers on the fifth ring. By then, Sonny is crying and she can barely choke out his name when he says hello.
"Sonny, this really isn't a good time," he starts, but she cuts him off.
"Are you cheating on me with Portlyn?"
"What? No. Of course not. Sweetie, you know I wouldn't do that. I like you."
"Do you love me?" Sonny felt horrible and needy that she had to ask him that, but she had to know. There is a long pause.
"Sonny, you know I care about you." With that, Sonny hung up on him.
"Shit," Chad mumbles and pulls his phone away from his ear, about to press the re-dial button until the director calls him back to set. The scene they are shooting requires him to kiss Portlyn and already he's regretting it. After throwing lines back and forth, Portlyn leans in for the kiss and Chad freezes. All he can see is Sonny's face in his head. "Stop!" he calls out. The director stalks over to Chad as Portlyn pulls back, annoyed.
"Chad, what is your problem?" the director says as he looks down as the star.
"I don't feel very well," Chad says and tries to look sick.
"Fine. Go home. We'll finish shooting in the morning." Chad sighs in relief and heads toward the dressing room to change out of his uniform. Portlyn stops him right outside the door and grabs his arm.
"Hey, Chad, wanna go back to my place?" She attempts a sexy look and on most guys it would probably work, but all it does to Chad is make him angry.
"Leave me alone, Portlyn," he says. "I have plans."
"With Sonny?" Chad stops in his tracks and his heart starts pounding in his chest.
"What do you mean?" he asks, trying to keep the terror out of his voice. "I don't hang out with Sonny. We hate each other."
"That's not what I heard," Portlyn sing-songs and skips away. Chad rushes inside the dressing room and locks the door before leaning against it to catch his breath. Was Portlyn bluffing or did she really know something? Shaking his head, Chad un-dresses and then slips into regular clothes before grabbing his keys and leaving the studio. Once he's on the freeway, he calls Sonny. She answers on the first ring and he can hear her crying again.
"I'm so sorry, Chad," she sobs.
"For what?"
"For accusing you of cheating on me. I'm sorry. I just don't want to lose you." Chad notices that she doesn't mention his earlier comment, or lack of, about love, so he doesn't bring it up.
"Don't worry about it, baby. Are you at home?"
"No. I'm at your place."
"Stay. I'm on my way."
Sonny is sitting on his doorstep, shivering, when he he pulls up. He parks his car and he's walking towards the door when she comes running into his arms. Her lips on his, hard and demanding and he can already feel the raw ache of desire course through him.
"Sonny," Chad groans and pulls away. She looks up at him, her lips bruised red, eyes dark, and his heart stops and then suddenly goes into overdrive. He grabs her hand and pulls her to the door. Her fingers are running down his spine as he fumbles with the keys, squinting in the dim light from the street lamp to find the right key. Sonny presses a kiss to his neck and he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, fighting back a groan. A string of curses run through his brain as he almost drops the keys and he's thinking, now, now, now, now. Finally, finally, he finds the right key and it slides into the lock. He twists the doorknob hard and yanks her inside, throwing his keys onto the coffee table and pulling her onto the couch. They wind up in a heap, Chad pressed against the arm of the couch, Sonny half-on, half-off his lap. His fingers twist in her hair and he kisses her hungrily, his tongue tracing her bottom lip. Sonny runs her hands over his chest and presses against him, grinding her hips against his leg. Their clothes come off in a flurry and soon the only sounds that can be heard are moans and groans. And un-noticed to the couple, a tiny camera blinks in the corner and whirs softly.
