DJ and Noah finally get to some time together alone. Ridge talks to Max and Sam to determine what role they played in this case. Devin tells Ridge what his own investigation has turned up. Ridge calls it a day and fills Lucas in the events of the day.
The smell of the fresh coffee broke our silent embrace. “I’ll get some towels,” I said, reluctantly extracting myself from our embrace. A sudden emptiness flooded my body and mind as I padded off to the bathroom for towels. When I returned, Paul was pouring coffee for both of us.
Jake stood facing him, his rehearsed speech already forming on his tongue. Something about boundaries, self-respect, and all the other lies people tell themselves when they’re trying to salvage what’s left of their dignity.
Evan crashes a billionaire’s estate party expecting only a glimpse of luxury, but when he’s caught by the magnetic Sebastian Blackwell, curiosity turns dangerous. Drawn into Sebastian’s world of power and desire, Evan finds himself trapped in a secret that blurs the line between temptation and control.
The office air was dense with the fog of recycled breath and apathetic mediocrity, while fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like flies on the spoiled leftovers of a rich man’s indulgence.
Ridge, Ollie and Blake search the two condos. Ridge is sure that he will find DJ, Noah and Wyatt. But he is completely surprised at what he actually finds.
Corey’s last morning as a bachelor starts without Ollie in his arms - and nothing feels right. Between a bridal coin-flip, a fluffy ring-bearer, guest star howls, and a summit declaration that nearly breaks him, their zoo wedding becomes one gorgeous, ridiculous, sweet promise: this wolf and his pup are forever.
Ollie and Blake track down who the owns the van from the new info the tech guys gave them. Ridge suddenly recognizes the name of the owner from an old case. When the team goes to talk to the man, we learn a bit more about the operation.
Eric reads Joshua's letter to Santa and decides to answer it personally. (This is a revision of a story I published here back in 2020. The story is basically the same but with a slightly smoother flow. If I had to pick a story I've written as one of my favorites, this one would be it.)
An archaeologist on a remote Greek island, angry and dejected, spends his nights spying on the pleasure boys at a nearby resort. It is mystical and beautiful, but something has to change.
He appeared in the doorway, wearing the grey pants I left for him, and I noticed right away his cock swinging free in the middle as leaned against the frame. His hair was a mess from our recent morning romp, his eyes still soft with sleep, the pants a big baggy on his muscular lean frame. But otherwise he looked absolutely stellar.
It's Christmas season which means chaos in The Village, and even more chaos at the Westin-Hall household. We check in with Daddy Zeff and crew as they make plans for Christmas with the Villagers.
Jake stood at the counter, a cigarette balanced between his fingers even though he had quit months ago. He wasn’t even smoking it, really. Just letting it smolder, watching the paper curl and blacken as it ate itself alive.
Blake and Ollie talk to the 4 witnesses that had called the tip line and find the man that was asking questions about DJ and Wyatt. The man doesn't solve the case but gives them another lead that may help. They Tech guys also give Ridge a big break. Devon also does a little investigating on his own.
Jeff has always looked up to his brother-in-law Sean as the masculine ideal: handsome, capable, and strong. But when an injury leaves Sean helpless, he needs a right-hand man for everything—even his most basic needs.
When Sean needs another man to be his right hand, there’s no one he trusts more than Jeff.
Jake has a husband. And a habit of ending up in Haven's bed. Jake tells himself it’s just an affair. But lines blur quickly when obsession starts to look like love, and control feels like safety. In a city full of glass towers and dark corners, the real danger isn’t in being watched. It’s what happens when no one’s watching.