The Galaxy Youth Academy changing room still smelled of sweat and victory when Alex's phone buzzed for the fifth time in ten minutes. He had just finished showering after the 3-2 comeback win against San Diego Wave. The new white-and-blue kit was folded neatly in his bag, the No. 10 still fresh on his mind. Teammates were laughing and slapping backs, celebrating the first real statement game of the trial period.
But the phone would not stop.
Alex glanced at the screen. Another unknown number. Then a text from an unrecognized contact:
"Alex, this is Sarah Kline from LA Sports Daily. Sources say a blonde woman has been seen leaving your games and training sessions multiple times. Any comment on the rumors that the Inglewood phenom already has a secret girlfriend while joining Galaxy? We're running the story tomorrow unless you reply."
Another message popped up right after — this one from a local blog account:
"Fans are already calling her 'Ace's Mystery Blonde.' Pics from the stands are circulating. Care to confirm?"
Alex's jaw tightened. The media storm he had feared was no longer a whisper. It was here.
He quickly typed a short reply to the reporter: "Focus is on football. No comment on personal life." Then he silenced the phone and slipped it into his bag.
They're already digging. One good game and the cameras turn on. This is what I chose — the full superstar life. But I won't let it touch what I keep private.
He needed to escape. Not the pitch, not the system, not the grind. He needed one night where the only eyes on him belonged to someone who understood the fire he carried.
Emma.
He sent her a single text:
"Tonight. Need you. New place. I'll drive."
Her reply came in seconds:
"Already booked something discreet. Ocean-view hillside villa in Malibu. No cameras, no staff. Just us. Door code is our secret. Come when you're ready."
Alex smiled for the first time since the final whistle.
The drive up the Pacific Coast Highway was quiet, the city lights fading behind him as he climbed into the hills. The villa was exactly as promised — a sleek, modern hideaway perched on a private cliff overlooking the dark ocean. No neighbors. No lights except the soft glow from inside. The moon painted silver ripples on the water below.
Emma opened the heavy wooden door wearing nothing but a long silk robe the color of midnight, loosely tied at the waist. Her long blonde hair cascaded over one shoulder. The robe slipped slightly as she pulled him inside, revealing the smooth curve of her breast.
"You look like you need to forget the world tonight," she whispered, closing the door behind him and locking it. The villa smelled of sea salt, jasmine candles, and her familiar strawberry scent. Large floor-to-ceiling windows showed the endless ocean and the moonlit sky. A king-sized bed faced the view, surrounded by soft lighting.
Alex didn't answer with words. He pulled her against him, one hand sliding into her hair, the other gripping her waist as he kissed her hard. Emma moaned softly into his mouth, her body melting against his, hands already tugging at his shirt.
"I saw the game," she breathed between kisses, voice husky. "The way you came back from 2-0… the way you led them… it made me so wet just watching. And then the texts started coming in about the 'mystery blonde.' I knew you'd need this tonight."
Alex kissed her deeper, tongue dominating hers, his hands roaming down to grip her ass through the silk. He could feel her nipples hardening against his chest. He broke the kiss just long enough to tug the robe's tie open. The black silk slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked. Her full breasts, tight pink nipples, the smooth curve of her hips, and the glistening wetness already between her thighs.
"Fuck, Emma… you're everything I need right now," he growled, voice low and rough.
He walked her backward until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. Emma sat down, looking up at him with dark, hungry eyes. Alex peeled off his shirt slowly, revealing the defined torso and abs the system and endless training had built. He shoved his shorts and boxers down in one motion. His thick, hard cock sprang free, already leaking pre-cum.
Emma's eyes darkened with hunger. "God, Ace… you're so hard for me already."
He dropped to his knees in front of her, hands sliding up her smooth thighs and spreading her legs wide. "Spread wider for me, baby. I want to taste how much the game and the rumors turned you on."
Emma obeyed instantly, parting her legs as wide as she could. Alex leaned in and dragged his tongue in one long, slow lick from the bottom of her slit all the way to her swollen clit. She moaned loudly, hips bucking against his face.
"Oh god… Ace… your tongue feels so good… don't stop…"
He devoured her with slow, deliberate licks — circling her clit, dipping inside her tight heat, then sucking the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. Emma's hands fisted in his hair, her moans growing louder and more desperate.
"Yes — right there — suck my clit harder — fuck, Ace, you're going to make me cum already…"
He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them perfectly against her G-spot while his tongue flicked faster. Emma's legs started shaking. Her moans turned into broken cries.
"Ace — I'm gonna cum — please — make me cum on your tongue — I'm so close!"
She shattered hard, back arching off the bed, pussy pulsing around his fingers as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her juices coated his chin and fingers. He kept licking and fingering her through it, drawing out every last tremor until she was trembling and gasping for breath.
When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were shiny with her arousal. Emma looked down at him, eyes glassy with lust.
"That was… so intense," she panted. "I need you inside me now. Please, Ace."
Alex stood up, his thick cock throbbing. He bought a fresh 6-hour Stamina Potion mentally and felt the liquid heat flood his veins — endless energy, no limits.
"On the bed," he ordered, voice dark and commanding. "On all fours. I want to fuck you deep from behind first."
Emma scrambled onto the bed, ass up high, back arched perfectly, presenting herself to him. Alex positioned himself behind her, rubbing the thick head of his cock up and down her soaked slit, teasing her entrance.
"Tell me how much you want it," he growled, giving her ass a firm slap that made her moan.
"I want it so bad, Ace — please fuck me hard. I need your cock deep inside me right now. Use me. Ruin me for anyone else."
He thrust in hard — one smooth, powerful stroke that buried him to the hilt. Emma cried out in pleasure, her walls clenching around his thick shaft.
"Fuck — you're so big tonight — it feels so good… pound me, Ace… own this pussy!"
Alex gripped her hips and started fucking her with long, deep strokes, hips snapping forward, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the villa. Every thrust hit deep, making her full breasts swing and her moans turn into desperate, broken cries.
"Yes — harder — fuck me harder, Ace! Spank me — make my ass red!"
He slapped her ass again, harder this time, leaving a red handprint. Emma moaned louder, pushing back against him.
"You like that, baby? You like getting fucked like a good little slut after I dominate on the pitch and the media starts hunting us?"
"Yes — I'm your slut tonight — fuck me like you own me! Pull my hair — please!"
He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled her head back gently but firmly as he pounded into her relentlessly. The new angle made her moans louder, her pussy clenching tighter around him.
"Fuck — yes — pull my hair harder — I love it when you take control!"
He kept fucking her hard, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, dirty talk flowing between them as she came again — her pussy spasming around his cock, juices squirting down her thighs as she screamed his name into the pillow.
But he didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove in even deeper. The new angle made her eyes fly open wide.
"Oh my god — you're so deep — you're hitting my cervix — don't stop — I'm cumming again!"
She came hard, body convulsing, nails digging into his back. Alex kept thrusting through it, grinding against her clit on every stroke until she was a trembling, moaning mess.
He pulled out and lay back on the bed. "Ride me. I want to watch those pretty tits bounce while you fuck yourself on my cock."
Emma crawled over him on shaky legs, straddled his hips, and sank down slowly, taking every thick inch with a long, broken moan. She started bouncing — slow at first, then faster, her full breasts jiggling hypnotically as she rode him hard.
"Fuck, Ace — your cock feels so good inside me — I love riding you like this… watch me take it all…"
Alex's hands gripped her ass, guiding her, slapping it when she slowed. "Faster, baby. Take every inch like the horny little slut you are for me. Bounce on my cock and tell me how much you love it while the world tries to figure us out."
Emma rode him frantically, moaning and gasping, her pussy creaming around his shaft. "I love it — I love your big cock stretching me — I'm your slut, Ace — use me while they whisper about us!"
She came again, walls milking him tightly as she cried out.
He flipped them again, putting her in reverse cowgirl. Emma braced her hands on his thighs and bounced backward, giving him the perfect view of her ass rippling with every impact and his thick cock disappearing inside her dripping pussy.
"Goddamn, look at that ass bouncing for me," he growled, slapping both cheeks hard. "You're taking my cock so well tonight. Tell me how much you love being fucked like this while the rumors spread."
"I love it — I love your big cock stretching me — spank me harder — make my ass red while they try to guess who I am!"
He slapped her ass repeatedly, the sharp smacks mixing with her loud moans. Emma came once more — weaker but still intense — her body trembling uncontrollably.
Alex finally felt his own climax building. He sat up, wrapped both arms around her waist, and took control — thrusting up into her from below with short, powerful strokes while she bounced on him.
"I'm gonna cum, Emma," he groaned against her neck. "Gonna fill you up again."
"Inside — please — cum deep inside me, Ace! I want to feel you throbbing and filling me while the world watches us from afar!"
He thrust up hard one final time and buried himself as deep as possible. Thick, hot ropes of cum erupted inside her — pulse after heavy pulse, flooding her completely until it overflowed and leaked down his balls in messy streams. The sensation triggered one last small orgasm from Emma, her walls milking every last drop from him as she trembled in his arms.
They collapsed together in a sweaty, exhausted heap. Alex stayed inside her, softening slowly, both of them breathing hard. Emma curled against his chest, legs still twitching, a blissful, satisfied smile on her face.
"That was… the most intense sex I've ever had," she whispered, voice hoarse. "I lost count of how many times I came. I love how you take control and fuck me like you own me while the media tries to hunt us down."
Alex kissed her forehead, staring at the moonlit ocean through the glass doors. The system remained completely silent and secret, but the satisfaction ran deeper than any skill reward.
This is exactly the life I chose. The grind on the pitch during the day — Galaxy level, contracts, the climb to surpass Messi and Ronaldo. The nights like this — private celebrations, pleasure, the full superstar playboy life. No more regret from 2024. I'm taking both worlds completely.
Emma's breathing eventually evened out into sleep, her body soft and warm against his. Alex lay there a while longer, the faint blue glow of the system at the edge of his vision reminding him that the journey was only just beginning.
Tomorrow the contract talks would continue. The media storm would grow. The climb was accelerating faster than ever.
But tonight, with Emma satisfied and sleeping in his arms, he allowed himself one quiet moment of pure satisfaction.