Will crept down the stairs at the Dimera Mansion in the early morning. It was still dark out but Will was wide awake. After Neil had left him Will fell asleep almost immediately, physically and emotionally drained. When Will woke up he showered quickly, mind racing. Now, tiptoeing down the staircase and towards the door, Will was determined to leave without encountering anyone. His mother was being paranoid and unsettling. EJ seemed to have an extra sense for knowing when Will was going to do something he would not approve. 'And I have to do this.'

Opening and closing the massive door behind him Will zipped his jacket all the way up, shivering slightly at the brisk autumn air. Walking down the front path and veering onto the sidewalk Will automatically began heading towards Paul and Sonny's apartment.

Taking what Neil said to heart Will knew he needed to speak to both Sonny and Paul. Thinking about the two of them still made Will's chest seize up but Will realized maybe he hadn't been fair to them. 'I didn't hear them out. I ignored everything they said.' Shaking from the cold, Will sped up his walk, needing to face them while he still had the courage.

Will's feelings were all over the place. One minute he was indescribably angry and the next he wanted to burst into tears. 'Maybe if I let them explain I'll be able to figure out what I want.' Talking to Adrienne yesterday about what Paul did made Will even more confused than he was before. Will realized that what Paul did was disconcerting. Will wasn't making any excuses for Paul's actions but what disturbed Will the most was his own reaction to it. 'I just wish I knew what really happened that night.'

Will tried to force himself to remember everything from that night and what he thought was a dream. Despite how hard he tried he couldn't recall it all. 'I remember Paul kissing me, stroking me.' What frustrated Will the most was the sneaking suspicion that he was the reason it all happened. 'Sonny complains Paul always gives me everything I want. He must have done that then too.'

Hating to admit it, Will also knew that he missed Sonny and Paul terribly. Even before they began to see one another romantically Will would talk to them both every day. He would study at Common Grounds, talking to Sonny whenever he needed a distraction. He would meet with Paul almost every day too. 'Then last week happened,' Will thought with a sad smile. Will wasn't sure how he could move on from feeling like everything in his life made perfect sense. That everything was as it should be. 'I don't know if I even can.'

When Will swung his legs off the bed today he was disappointed he couldn't feel the pull in his lower back from their rigorous weekend anymore. Upon realizing he missed the aching feeling Will felt horrified with himself. 'I shouldn't want to feel that way, I shouldn't.' But he did. Will missed the way Sonny and Paul would grip him firmly, rocking him into place. He missed feeling their warm skin gliding against him. Sadly, Will knew it wouldn't be the same from anyone else. If he called the smoothie boy Will knew he wouldn't kiss Will the way he needed. He wouldn't dig his teeth into Will's shoulder and make him cry out. He wouldn't give Will what he needed before Will even knew realized he wanted it. 'He's not Paul and Sonny.'

Will, recalling the way Sonny and Paul made him feel, didn't want to believe that everything was a lie. 'They couldn't have made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world if they were just using me. They couldn't have faked every kiss or smile. It all couldn't be a lie. It couldn't be.' Will was desperate for answers. He needed to know the truth, no matter how painful.

Before Will knew it he was standing in front of their apartment door. Shifting nervously Will wondered what he would find inside. Was Paul alone or did he and Sonny make up? Would Sonny and Paul be sleeping pressed against one another? Would Will find proof that he was just a means for them to reconnect with one another? 'Or will I find the answers I want.'

Fingers trembling Will rapped his knuckles against the doors. When he didn't hear any movement Will's face fell, 'I'm not ready. I can't do this, I can't see them.' Humiliated, Will began to turn away just as the door opened.

"Will," Paul breathed out, surprised. He looked a mess, dark circles under his eyes, face pale and drawn. "Are you really here or did I finally fall asleep?"

Will, upset to see Paul so distraught, "Um, yeah, I'm here." Will turned his eyes to the floor, not able to look at Paul for long. 'Why do I care so much that he's hurting?'

"Are you, are you OK," Paul asked, instantly worried, "After last night, I mean. The conversation." 'Please be alright.'

"Oh," cheeks heating up Will bit his lip, "I guess so." 'I don't know anything anymore.'

"Are you, did you, I mean do you want to come in," Paul stuttered, nervously, rubbing his arm.

Will nodded silently, hands in his pockets, walking through the doorway. Will saw the apartment was filthy, papers and broken bits on the floor. The chairs from the table were broken. 'Is that a hole in the wall?'

Noticing what Will was looking at Paul started cleaning frenziedly, not wanting Will to see how he lost it. Paul couldn't bring himself to clean the apartment yesterday. Gathering all the papers he could find Paul tried not to stare at Will. 'I can't believe he's here.' Paul reached down for the last piece of paper and flinched, feeling a shooting pain in his shoulder and arm.

"Are you OK," Will asked quietly, taking a step forward before stopping. 'I'm not supposed to care.'

"I just pulled something in my arm," Paul informed him quietly, heartbeat increasing at Will's concern.

Looking at his feet, Will played with the zipper of his jacket. He didn't know what to say now that he was here. Seeing Paul in person was confusing Will even more. He hated seeing Paul in pain but at the same time Will was apprehensive about getting close.

Throwing the pile of papers on the desk Paul turned to face Will. "Um," 'Well that was eloquent.' Paul never planned what he would say to Will when he saw him again. 'I never thought I would see him again.' Last night when he saw Will's name on his phone Paul almost didn't answer, his hands were so shaky he dropped it. When Neil explained what was happening with Will Paul felt awful. He had done that to Will. He could hear it in Will's voice, how lifeless he was. All Paul could think about was doing everything he could to bring Will back to himself. It took all of his strength to remind Will that he shouldn't be talking to Paul. 'He shouldn't be here either. I hurt him, why is he here?'

'You aren't sad and pathetic. Stop acting like this,' Will thought to himself. 'He hurt me. I deserve an explanation. And I can't decide anything until I get the whole truth.' "I want you to tell about that night, again. Everything that happened," Will demanded firmly, crossing his arms.

Paul, blinking in surprise, 'I've never heard Will talk like that', "OK, um, I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

"Did you purposely go to The Spot to ruin my date," Will asked first, still not understanding why Paul showed up that night.

Sighing deeply Paul admitted, "Yes, OK. Yes. I was jealous you were with Neil and when you didn't answer your phone I went there to make sure nothing happened."

Nodding, Will continued, "And what happened when you took me away from Neil?"

Swallowing, knowing this would embarrass Will, Paul explained, "You spent the whole car ride talking to me about your night. About how much you liked it when Neil shoved you against the wall and that you liked it when EJ would smack you around." Predictably, Will's face flushed, "And you were pressed up against me and when we got inside you took off your clothes. You were asking me if I thought you would give good blowjobs. You tried to take my pants off and when I refused you took yours off instead."

Face flaming red Will whispered, "Then what?" 'Oh god.'

"You started touching yourself," Paul confessed, "And I um, I was watching you. Until I couldn't just watch. I kissed you and jerked you off." Looking away from Will, Paul continued, "I put my fingertip inside of you."

"And," Will questioned, almost afraid to know the details of what happened next.

"After I got you off, I took off my clothes and you started sucking me but you were too tired. I tried to get you to do it anyway but I could see you were out of it," Paul told Will slowly, needing to tell him everything. "So I told you to go to sleep and I rolled you on your stomach. I put on some lube and I put myself between your cheeks and got off on you."

"Then you took a picture," Will clarified, trying to keep up.

"Yeah," Paul rushed out. "And I don't even know why, Will. I don't know. I just, I saw you there, and I just thought you looked so good like that, OK? Covered in my come and I didn't think I would ever see that again. See you again. It was so dumb, I know that."

"Right," Will said with a frown, unsure what to think. "And you didn't do anything to actually hurt me, right?"

"No," Paul promised. "I didn't hurt you physically. But emotionally, god Will I don't even know how you're looking at me now. I know that what I did was wrong. But it was like I had tunnel vision. You were naked and gorgeous and begging me and even though I knew you were drunk I did it anyway. I shouldn't have. I know that. But I promise I didn't do it to hurt you. I wouldn't hurt you like that. I couldn't." 'But I did hurt him. He trusted me to take care of him and I took advantage.' Paul thought completely ashamed of himself.

Will exhaled loudly and sat on the end of the bed, putting his head in his hands. 'Am I supposed to be relieved? He didn't hurt me like that. He didn't hurt me like that. He didn't.'

Paul played with his hands awkwardly. He hated seeing Will look this way. All he wanted to do was pull Will into his arms and never let him go. But Paul could still remember the way Will screamed that he wasn't allowed to touch him ever again. 'I can at least give him a choice in this.'

"Is that," Will tested, "Is that why you wanted to date me? Because you liked what happened and wanted it again."

"No," Paul said quickly, "Not exactly, no. I just, I already knew by then what I felt for you was more than friendship. After it happened it just reaffirmed what I already knew." 'He said he wanted honesty.'

"Did you ever have feelings for me or were you just attracted to me," Will questioned, 'Please, please.'

"Of course I have feelings for you," Paul told Will, shocked, "Of course I do. I've had feelings for you for so long and this past week was the best of my life."

"What about Sonny," Will asked, "How could you do that to him?"

Leaning against the desk, still a fair distance from Will, Paul sighed out, "I don't know. I told you I wasn't thinking. I didn't even realize the implications of what I did until I was in the shower. I didn't mean to hurt him either." 'I don't know what the hell was wrong with me.'

"In the morning, when you brought me breakfast, why didn't you say anything," Will inquired getting worked up. "I asked you if anything happened and you never said anything!"

"I know, OK, I know I should have," Paul expressed, hating that Will was upset but Paul wanted him to get angry. 'Angry is better than sad.' "I should have told you right away but I was afraid."

"Afraid of what," Will demanded, "That I wouldn't trust you after? That I would hate you?"

"Yes," Paul said heatedly, "Yes. I was afraid that I ruined everything and that if you knew you would never want to talk to me again. Just like I knew if Sonny knew he would break up with me. I didn't want either of you to hate me."

"I wouldn't have," Will insisted, fuming. 'I am so sick and tired of people telling me how I should feel or what I should do.' "I would have understood. I was drunk and came on to you. I would have understood that it was a mistake. That you didn't mean to hurt me. But I don't understand why you lied. Why you continued to lie. You could have told me at any time what happened."

"What," Paul asked, stunned. 'He wouldn't have hated me? How could he not hate me? I hate me.'

"I could have forgiven you for touching me," Will breathed out, "But I don't know if I can forgive you for lying to me, for using me."

"But I didn't use you," Paul maintained, "I didn't. I only wanted to be with you."

Shaking his head, livid, Will said, "How do you expect me to believe that? You and Sonny promised me that what you felt was real but then you both did this. I don't know how I'm supposed to believe that you weren't just using me for sex."

"That's so not what was happening," Paul reasoned, "Will we didn't want you for just sex. If we only wanted sex we could have found a stranger. We wanted to be with you. We wanted to take care of you."

"I don't see how that's true," Will confessed. "I just, I remember everything that you told me and everything that you promised. And then I find out this. You didn't even tell me. I spent the whole week we were together thinking that what we had was special. But you both were lying to me the whole time."

"No, no we weren't," Paul asserted. "What we have is special. It is. Sonny and I care about you. I thought we proved this week that we did."

Pacing back and forth, hands running through his hair, "Were you laughing at me? You and Sonny? Laughing about how stupid and slutty I am." 'Oh god, I spent the whole weekend begging them to fuck me.'

"Jesus Will," Paul barked out, "Shut up. I don't ever want to hear you say that about yourself. There is nothing wrong with you. And no we never laughed at you. We want you Will. We weren't lying when we said we wanted everything with you." Getting angry himself Paul couldn't stop himself from getting closer to Will.

Growling Will yelled, "How could you not tell me?"

"I didn't want this to happen," Paul screamed back, hand gesturing between the two of them, "I didn't want you to hate me."

"I don't hate you," Will shouted. "I wished I hated you. Everything would be so much easier if I could. If I could forget about you and Sonny. Move on to someone else but I can't. I don't want anyone else. I just want the two of you!"

Panting heavily, voice lowering, Paul gasped, "You do?" 'Oh my god, please be telling me the truth, please.'

"Yes," Will screeched, "I wished I didn't but I do. Even now. I said I never wanted to see you again and I barely lasted a day."

"So, what does this mean," Paul asked slowly, afraid of getting his hopes up.

"I don't know," Will shrugged helplessly. "I don't know if I can forgive you or trust you again."

"Then I'll prove it," Paul promised, heart pounding, "I'll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I can be who you need me to be. To make it up to you. I promise."

Holding his stomach Will nodded slowly, "I hope that you can." Steering clear of Paul Will walked to the door.

"Where are you going," Paul couldn't help but ask, not wanting Will to go, terrified it would be the last time he saw him.

"To see Sonny," Will whispered.

"Sneaking out early," Victor Kiriakis asked startling Sonny who already had his hand on the door.

"Yes," Sonny said. "I've got extra work to do before I open." 'Now that Chad isn't helping me out.'

"That's either the sign of a good businessman or a broken heart," Victor remarked walking into the foyer, still in his sleeping attire. "Or both in this case."

Sonny clenched his teeth looking down, "Was it Mom or Dad that blabbed?"

"I overheard your mother," Victor admitted before saying casually, "I could always take care of the situation."

"That's not necessary Uncle Vic," Sonny said, 'That is definitely not needed.'

"He cheated on you," Victor told Sonny with a sneer. "I'd say it is."

Refusing to think about Paul, Sonny set his shoulders standing up straight, "I don't want him killed."

"Of course I'm a bit shaky on the details," Victor added, "But I would have preferred you come to me when you decided to have an open relationship. I could have told you that was a terrible idea. I know I'm not as young as I once was but I am up to date on modern relationships."

Stuck between amused and annoyed Sonny explained, "We weren't in an open relationship."

"Then how do you explain your continuous rolls in the hay with Will Horton," Victor inquired. "You can admit the two of you were curious and wanted to try him out. I won't embarrass you."

Sighing, Sonny stated, "That's not what it was. At least not for me." 'I have no idea what he was thinking anymore at all.'

"What was it like," Victor asked, confused.

"I like Will," Sonny admitted, "Really like him. Paul said he did too. We both decided we wanted to have a relationship with him." 'Apparently Paul liked him a bit too much.'

"In a relationship," Victor clarified, "With all three of you?"

"Yes," Sonny said crossing his arms and raising his brow, waiting for his uncle to start judging him.

"What in your mind made you think that was going to end well," Victor wondered shaking his head and sighing.

"I didn't want to lose Paul or Will," Sonny told him shrugging. "It seemed like it was going to be perfect. Then it blew up in my face." Not wanting to discuss this anymore, Sonny put his hand back on the door knob and opened the door. "I don't want to think about Paul anymore." Closing the door behind him Sonny zipped up his jacket, wrapping his scarf around him, hurrying off to work needing to keep his mind busy.

'But do you want to think about Will,' Victor mused leaning against the door frame and waiting for his morning paper delivery.

Sonny, head down, shoulders hunched to keep the wind at bay, pulled out his keys, stopping short when he noticed someone sitting against Common Ground's door. Recognizing the silhouette Sonny stopped a few feet away just staring, uncertain what to do. Seeing Will's hands shoved into his pockets, body quaking, 'He never remembers a scarf,' Sonny thought fondly, moving forward. "Will," he questioned lightly.

Lifting up his head, spotting Sonny, scrambling to his feet Will licked his lips nervously, teeth chattering, "Um, I, I was waiting for you."

Sonny hurriedly opened the door, wanting Will inside, "How long have you been here?" Ushering Will inside Sonny turned on all the lights immediately going behind the counter to get Will something warm.

Looking back outside at the rising sun Will replied, "Since it was dark." Will leaned on the counter timidly. 'What do I even say?' Will's anger from his encounter with Paul had faded and now he felt weepy once again. 'Don't cry. You're stronger than this, don't cry.'

"Will," Sonny scolded, brewing a pot of strong coffee, aware that Will hated any of the fancy drinks he served. "That's not safe or healthy. You could get sick." Seeing that Will was still shaking Sonny unknotted his scarf and handed it to Will, afraid to get too close.

Wrapping the scarf around him Will couldn't help but turn his head and breathe in Sonny's distinctive scent. 'Don't cry, don't cry.'

"So, um, I thought you never wanted to see me again," Sonny told Will plainly, trying not to give too much away. 'Like the fact that I've missed him every second we've been apart.'

Exhaling loudly and sitting down on the bar stool, fiddling with the scarf, "Yeah, well I promised the same thing to EJ last week and that didn't happen now did it." Swallowing loudly Will admitted, "I'm not very good at staying away from you." 'Or Paul.'

Back turned away from Will Sonny couldn't help the smile that crossed his face, 'Maybe he's ready to talk.'

"Um, I talked to your mom yesterday," Will blurted out, still unsure as to what to say. 'Sonny hurt me in such a different way than Paul.'

"About what," Sonny asked, 'Please tell me he believed her, please, please.'

"A lot of things," Will admitted, "About her, about you, about Paul," Will caught Sonny's wince at the mention of Paul. 'He cares more about what Paul did to him, doesn't he?' "She said she was the one who brought you all the wedding stuff. That she wanted to break us up."

"So, you believe that I was telling the truth," Sonny questioned, "That we weren't planning anything."

"I don't know," Will admitted, holding his elbows, hunching over, "I'm just confused."

"Will, I promise," Sonny insisted, leaning on the counter, face to face with Will. "It was like I told you. We weren't going to get married." Bracing himself, "And that resolution Chad found. OK, I did write that but it was months ago. Before Paul even came to town. OK, I just, back then that's all I wanted. But now, now that doesn't even matter."

"It matters to me," Will said, "I don't understand why, I mean, I don't get it." Frustrated with himself Will sighed, closing his eyes, focusing before trying again, "How could your feelings change? How could you go from wanting to marry him to throwing that all away for me?"

"Because I admitted my feelings for you," Sonny confessed. "I stopped lying to myself about you. Paul," Grimacing just saying the name, "He made me face the truth that we both wanted to be with you."

Shaking his head Will said, "I still don't understand. You asked him to marry you. You love him and I'm just some stupid boy." Blinking fiercely, "I just, with everything that happened, it makes me feel like I was just a means for you and Paul to reconnect. That you only wanted me for sex."

"You changed everything Will. I wanted to marry Paul but I don't anymore. Now all I want is a future with you." Steeling himself for this conversation Sonny confessed, "OK, I can see why you think that. And maybe I thought the same. Maybe I didn't want to admit to the problems Paul and I were going through but I can assure you that we weren't using you. Ever." 'I wasn't using you but maybe Paul was.'

Nodding slowly Will started tracing patterns on the countertop, trying to decipher his feelings.

Sonny, turning to the coffee and pouring Will a cup, "I just want you to know that I forgot about that resolution OK. I don't even know how Chad got a hold of it but Will I promise that I never lied to you."

"Right," Will said slowly. "OK." 'I guess there's that.' Warming his hands up by wrapping them around the cup, blowing on it so he can take a drink, Will, troubled, looked up at Sonny with his big blue eyes, "Do you blame me?"

"Blame you for what," Sonny wondered, confused, heart constricting at Will's puppy eyes.

"Do you blame me for what happened with Paul," Will clarified sadly. "Because I took all my clothes off and begged him."

Stunned, "What," Sonny gasped, "No, no of course I don't." Tentatively touching Will's forearm, uncertain if Will wanted him to touch him, uncertain if Will was having issues with touching now, "I mean, I'm not exactly thrilled to know the details but Will you already told me about that. That you were afraid you did something wrong."

"But I," Will tried to say before Sonny cut him off.

"No, Will you were drunk. You didn't know what you were doing. I know you would never do anything like that," Sonny confessed. "Everything that happened that night was Paul's fault. OK, Neil for getting you that drunk but Paul too. He's older than you and he should have known better. He should have respected you and respected me. I don't blame you for what happened, OK? I blame him. It's all on him."

"He wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for me," Will whispered. There was something about Sonny that always made Will feel safe and comfortable. That made him want to confess his deepest fears. 'I know Sonny won't judge me. He'll make me see things clearly.'

"We don't know that," Sonny remarked. "All we know is that he did it. OK? He made the choice to touch you even when he knew it was wrong."

"But I wanted it," Will muttered, "I must have. Why else would I do all of that?"

"You were inebriated Will," Sonny argued, getting worked up. "You still don't even know what happened. You trusted him to watch over you and he took advantage of that. He was the one to touch you. That is absolutely not your fault."

"I like it when he touches me though," Will claimed, "I do. I liked everything that he did to me this weekend. I must have liked when he touched me then too."

Groaning in frustration Sonny debated, "That's different, Will! You wanted Paul to touch you because you were conscious and could say no. And just because you've been intimate with Paul since then doesn't mean he gets a free pass for what he did. It's irrelevant if you liked it. You didn't get a choice."

Will, still not getting it, mind still fighting what everyone had tried to tell him, 'He didn't hurt me. He wouldn't do that. It's my fault.'

Sonny grabbed Will's wrists, pulling them from his mug, "Will, look at me, please." Will lifted his eyes, completely trusting Sonny. "Do you blame Paul for what happened or yourself?"

Averting his eyes Will looked at his coffee knowing Sonny was going to be upset with him. Breathing out Will whispered, "If I wasn't so slutty he wouldn't hurt me."

"No," Sonny yelled, tightening his hold on Will's wrists, "No, it's not your fault Will. No one is allowed to do that to you, it doesn't matter if they're your friend or boyfriend. No one is allowed to take that choice away from you."

Shaking his head miserably Will couldn't believe Sonny. 'No that's not true.'

"Will," Sonny screamed, "It doesn't matter if you told him to either! He knew you were drunk. He should have put a stop to it, especially when you were asleep. OK, he hurt you and it's not your fault."

"Sonny, you're hurting me," Will let out, wrists aching, eyes wide, and scared.

Jumping away from Will hurriedly, Sonny's face fell, "Oh my god. I'm so sorry Will. I'm so sorry."

Rubbing his wrists Will reassured him, "It's OK. It was an accident."

"Will," Sonny argued, "You need to stop forgiving people so quickly." 'He needs to stand up for himself more.'

"But you said you were sorry," Will told him, head titled to the side. "Why wouldn't I forgive you?"

Shaking his head Sonny looked at Will firmly, "I don't know Will. I guess you're just more magnanimous than I am." 'He's too forgiving.'

Drinking his coffee Will couldn't help but think about some of the things Sonny told him. "Sonny," Will asked, "Um, can you be honest with me about something? Really honest?"

"I have been Will," Sonny told him "But yes, I will. Whatever it is."

"Are you mad about Paul touching me because I was drunk," Will gulped, "Or because he cheated on you?"

"Oh," Sonny said dully. Sonny had spent so long forcing himself to not think about Paul that Sonny wasn't even sure. 'Am I upset because Paul hurt Will or because Paul hurt me?'

"I think you're just angry because he was unfaithful," Will said quietly. 'And not because he did something to me.'

"No, I hate knowing that he hurt you," Sonny explained adamantly. "Just like I hate that he cheated while doing so. Why can't I be upset about both?"

"I didn't say you couldn't," Will replied. "I just think that you wouldn't be as upset if you two weren't together."

"I don't know what you want from me here, Will," Sonny admitted. "Do you want me to just ignore what he did to you? Do you want me to agree with you and say it's your fault? Because I will never say that, ever."

"No that's not what I want," Will said. "I just I'm still confused about everything. I want to know everything and I can't if I don't understand how everyone is thinking or feeling. I don't know what to do about anything."

"The only thing I do know, Will, is that I want to be with you. I want you to forgive me," Sonny declared. "But I don't know if I can forgive Paul."

"I don't know, Sonny," Will stated sadly. "I want things to be how they were this weekend but I know they can't. I just wish this whole thing never happened."

"I'm glad they did Will," Sonny enlightened Will, "If we never found this out we might never have known what happened. The truth is always better."

"I was happier not knowing," Will told him meekly. Finishing his coffee Will looked out the window, the sun had risen. Common Grounds would be opening soon. 'Mom is probably freaking out that I'm not in my bed.'

"Will," Sonny whispered. "Can I see you again?" Gently touching Will's wrists again, discreetly looking for any marks or bruises, 'Thank god he doesn't have any. I can't believe I did that.' "I know that you're confused but I don't want us to be over."

Just as Will was about to answer a banging sounded on the door to Common Grounds, making both Sonny and Will jump.

"What in the world," Sonny said going to the front door, unlocking it and letting his mom, dad, and Uncle Victor inside. "What the hell is going on?"

Adrienne threw a newspaper at Sonny's chest hysterical and raving, "Look at this!" Seeing Will sitting on the counter Adrienne rushed to him, pulling Will into a tight hug. "Oh, Will. I'm so sorry."

Freaked out, Sonny unfolded the paper, catching sight of the headline on the front page, color draining from his face. He began reading the article dread filling his insides.

"Now, Sonny, we'll get to the bottom of this," Justin promised putting his hand on Sonny's shoulder. "I don't know how this could have gotten out but we'll deal with it."

"Dad, you need to call EJ," Sonny demanded frantically. "Right now, he needs to be here right now."

"What's going on," Will asked trapped in Adrienne's arms. Everyone turned to stare at Will faces set and looking at Will in pity. "Sonny, what is it?"

'How can I let him see this? How can I let him be humiliated once again?' Sonny gazed at Will completely petrified. "Will," Sonny said desolately handing over the paper.

Will looked down at the paper, glad Adrienne's arms were still holding when he collapsed against her.

Local Salem Resident Seduces, Ruins Baseball Star's Engagement

William Horton, son of notorious Salem menace Sami Brady, proves that some apples don't fall far from the tree. Will Horton, a young student, seduced recently retired baseball star Paul Narita and his fiancé local businessman Jackson Kiriakis into weekend sex romp. Sources claim Narita and Kiriakis have broken off their engagement at Horton's request. However, evidence has arisen proving that Narita spent a previous night with Horton, of which Kiriakis had no knowledge. Details about Narita's secret night with Horton on pages 5-6.

Author's note:

Well some progress and some more setbacks. However, Will is a step closer to deciding what and/or who he wants. Sonny and Paul both still want Will but have yet to talk to each other.

Also, writing a pretend article is difficult. Being succinct is hard.

Please leave any comments/suggestions/complaints in a review. Or jokes, I like jokes.