Alex Rivera's phone wouldn't stop vibrating.
He had barely stepped out of the Galaxy Youth Academy tunnel after the 3-2 victory when the notifications flooded in. The local TV clip of the post-match interview was already trending. The question about the "mystery blonde" had been asked on camera, and the internet had exploded.
Unknown number:
"Alex, this is Marcus from TMZ Sports. We have photos of the same blonde woman leaving multiple games and the new Malibu villa last week. Care to confirm her identity before we run the story?"
Another text from a gossip blog:
"Fans are calling her 'Ace's Secret Girlfriend.' Blurry pics from the stands are everywhere. Any comment on the Galaxy prospect already living the full superstar life?"
A direct message from a major LA sports podcast:
"Rivera, the clip is going viral. 'Is the 15-year-old phenom already hiding a girlfriend?' We want you on the show tomorrow. Thoughts?"
Alex silenced the phone and shoved it deep into his bag. His jaw tightened. The media storm he had feared was no longer knocking at the door — it had kicked it down.
He needed to disappear. Not from the pitch, not from the system, not from the grind. He needed one night where the only eyes on him belonged to someone who understood the fire.
Emma.
He sent her a single message:
"Tonight. Need you. Somewhere no cameras can reach."
Her reply came in seconds:
"Already booked it. Private glass villa in the Hollywood Hills. Infinity pool, city lights, total privacy. Door code is 2005. Come when you're ready. I'll be waiting to help you forget every question they asked."
Alex drove up into the hills without hesitation. The luxury glass-walled villa sat high on a secluded ridge, completely hidden from the road. Floor-to-ceiling glass on three sides showed the glittering Los Angeles skyline sparkling like diamonds below. An infinity pool seemed to float above the city lights. Inside, soft golden lighting and a massive bed faced the view. No staff. No neighbors. Just silence and the distant hum of the city far below.
Emma opened the door wearing only a sheer white silk robe that clung to her body like liquid. The robe was untied, hanging open, revealing the full curve of her breasts and the smooth line of her hips. Her long blonde hair was loose, catching the breeze from the open terrace doors. Her blue eyes burned with heat and understanding.
"You handled those reporters like a pro," she whispered, pulling him inside and locking the door. "But I saw your face. You needed this tonight."
She didn't wait for words. She pressed her body against his, kissing him deeply, tongue sliding against his with slow hunger. Alex groaned into her mouth, hands sliding down to grip her ass through the silk. The robe slipped off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her completely naked.
Alex lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the edge of the infinity pool terrace, the city lights glowing beneath them. He set her down on the wide cushioned lounger, the cool night air brushing their skin.
"I want you to forget every camera tonight," Emma breathed, voice husky. "Use me. Take everything you need. I'm your escape."
He kissed her hard, then moved lower, sucking one tight nipple into his mouth while his fingers slid between her legs, finding her already soaked. Emma arched, moaning loudly, the city lights reflecting in her eyes.
"Yes… touch me… get me dripping for you…"
He licked and fingered her pussy until she came hard on his tongue, legs shaking, crying out his name into the night air. Then he flipped her onto her stomach on the lounger, pulling her hips up so she was on all fours, ass presented to him with the skyline behind her.
He spread her cheeks, licked her tight little hole slowly, teasingly, until she was pushing back against his tongue, moaning filthily.
"Oh god, Ace… your tongue there feels so dirty… so good…"
He added a finger, then two, stretching her gently while he stroked his thick cock with his other hand. Emma was panting, pushing back, begging.
"Please… I want you inside my ass again… give it to me… I'm your reward tonight…"
Alex coated himself and pressed the thick head against her tight entrance. He pushed slowly, inch by inch, watching her take him. Emma moaned long and loud as he sank deep into her ass, a deep, guttural sound of pleasure.
"Fuck… you're so big… stretch me… own my ass, Ace…"
He buried himself to the hilt and began thrusting — slow, deep strokes at first, building speed as her moans grew louder and filthier.
"Yes — fuck my ass harder — I'm your little slut tonight — take your reward while the world tries to guess who I am!"
Alex gripped her hips and pounded her harder, the sound of skin slapping skin mixing with the distant city hum. He reached around and rubbed her clit while he fucked her ass, making her cum again — this time with his cock buried deep inside her tightest hole.
Her walls clenched around him as she screamed, body shaking.
He didn't stop. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back on the lounger, lifted her legs high, and drove back into her ass in one smooth thrust. The new angle made her eyes roll back, mouth open in constant moans.
"Fill my ass, Ace… cum deep inside me… I want to feel you pulsing in there while the cameras hunt us!"
He fucked her through another orgasm, then carried her to the glass wall overlooking the city. He pressed her against the cool glass, her breasts flattening against it, and slid back into her ass from behind while the entire Los Angeles skyline watched.
"Fuck… they're all down there guessing who you are," he growled, thrusting deep. "And I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this."
Emma moaned louder, pushing back against him. "Yes — let them guess — I'm yours — fuck my ass harder against the glass!"
He pounded her relentlessly, slapping her ass, pulling her hair, until he buried himself completely and came with a long groan — thick, hot ropes of cum flooding deep inside her ass. Emma came one final time with him, her body convulsing, milking every drop.
They collapsed together on the lounger, sweaty and spent, the city lights twinkling below. Alex stayed inside her for a long moment, both of them breathing hard. Emma turned her head and kissed him softly, eyes shining.
"That was… everything I wanted to give you tonight," she whispered. "You're rising so fast. The contract, the match, the cameras… I want to be your escape every single time."
Alex kissed her forehead, staring at the glittering city below.
The system remained completely silent and secret, but the satisfaction ran deeper than any Legendary skill ever could.
This is the life I chose. The pitch, the contract, the fame, the scandals, the pleasure. No more regret from 2024. I will take everything — and I will still become the greatest.
Emma curled against his chest, already drifting toward sleep.
Tonight the world outside could hunt all it wanted.
He had already won.