The Galaxy first-team charity gala was held three days after the dramatic 1-1 draw that had kept the team alive in the Western Conference.
Alex Rivera stepped out of the club-provided car into the warm Los Angeles evening, number 33 still fresh in everyone's mind. The venue was a luxurious waterfront hall overlooking the marina — glass walls, crystal chandeliers, and a red carpet lined with cameras and reporters. This was not a small youth academy fundraiser. This was a high-profile MLS charity event, raising money for children's football programs and local community projects. The entire first-team squad was required to attend, and Alex, as the new sensation, was one of the main draws.
He adjusted the collar of his fitted black suit — the club had provided it — and took a deep breath. The media swarm outside the entrance was intense. Flashes exploded the moment he stepped onto the red carpet. Reporters shouted questions from behind the barriers.
"Alex! Over here! How does it feel to be the hero of that 1-1 draw?"
"Number 33 — are you ready for your first start?"
"The mystery blonde rumors are everywhere — any comment?"
Alex kept his face calm and professional, exactly as the club's media trainer had taught him. He gave short, polite answers while walking slowly down the carpet.
"It felt good to help the team get the point we needed. We're still fighting in sixth place — just one point above the playoff line. Every result matters now."
He smiled for the cameras, waved once, and finally stepped inside the brightly lit hall. The noise of the crowd outside faded, replaced by soft jazz music, clinking glasses, and the low murmur of wealthy donors and club officials.
Captain Marco "El Rey" Delgado spotted him immediately and walked over with a grin. "Look at you, 33. Cleaned up nice. The whole room has been talking about your free-kick. You're the main attraction tonight, kid."
Alex smiled modestly. "Just happy to be here, Captain."
The event was set up with various stations — silent auction tables, photo booths with children from the "Galaxy Young Stars Club," and a main stage for speeches. Alex moved through the room, shaking hands with sponsors and posing for photos with fans. He was still getting used to the attention. Only a week ago he had been a youth player. Now he was the 15-year-old who had scored a last-minute free-kick in front of 28,000 fans and kept the team in sixth place — barely surviving above the playoff cut-off line.
As he reached the children's interaction area, a small group of kids from the Galaxy Young Stars Club were waiting excitedly. One boy, around 10 years old, stood out immediately. He wore a brand-new Galaxy jersey with Alex's old youth number on the back and was bouncing on his toes.
"Mom! Mom! It's him! It's Ace Rivera!"
The boy's mother turned around.
Sophia Ramirez.
She was even more striking up close. Late 30s, tall and curvaceous, with long dark wavy hair cascading over one shoulder. Her black evening dress hugged her milfy body perfectly — deep neckline showing just enough cleavage, the fabric clinging to her full breasts and wide hips, the slit on the side revealing a smooth, toned leg. She wore elegant heels that made her legs look even longer. A delicate gold necklace rested between her breasts. The wedding ring on her left hand caught the light.
She smiled warmly, but her eyes lingered on Alex a second longer than necessary.
"Mateo has been talking about you non-stop since the match," Sophia said, her voice smooth and confident. "He made me bring him here tonight just so he could meet you. Thank you for taking the time."
Alex crouched down to the boy's level and signed the jersey with a genuine smile. "Mateo, right? You were at the training sessions too. Keep working hard, champ. Maybe one day you'll be out there wearing 33."
The boy beamed. "You scored that free-kick! You told the big players you would score it and you did! You're my hero!"
Sophia watched the interaction closely. Her eyes traced Alex's face, then moved slowly down to his shoulders and chest. She shifted her stance deliberately, letting the slit in her dress open a little wider, showing more of her smooth thigh. She tilted her body slightly so the neckline of her dress pulled tighter across her full breasts.
"You were incredible that night," she said softly, voice low enough that only Alex could hear clearly. "The way you stood over that ball… so confident. So calm. Most men your age would have been nervous. But you looked like you already knew you were going to score. It was… very attractive."
She smiled, a slow, knowing smile, and ran a hand through her hair, letting her fingers trail down the side of her neck and across her collarbone. The movement drew Alex's eyes exactly where she wanted them.
Alex felt the sharp hunger rise instantly.
She's doing it on purpose. Showing me her body. That dress, that smile, the way she's standing… She's married, she has a kid who is a fan, and she's still deliberately seducing me. She thinks I'm rich now that I'm in the first team. Perfect. I've already set my goal. She's going to be my next play thing.
He kept his face polite and professional for the cameras, but his mind was already racing ahead.
Sophia leaned in slightly as she handed him a pen for another autograph, her perfume sweet and intoxicating. Her breast brushed lightly against his arm — accidental to anyone watching, but deliberate to him.
"I hope we see more of you soon," she whispered, eyes locking with his. "Mateo would love it… and so would I."
Alex signed the item and handed it back with a calm smile. "It was great meeting you both. Thank you for coming tonight."
As Sophia and Mateo moved on to the next player, she glanced back over her shoulder once, her eyes meeting Alex's again with clear, unmistakable interest. She adjusted her dress slightly, letting the fabric pull tighter across her curves, then gave him one last slow smile before disappearing into the crowd.
Alex stood there for a moment, heart beating faster.
She wants me. She's already trying to seduce me with that milfy body. She thinks I'm the rich young star now. I've set my goal. Sophia Ramirez is going to be mine. I'll take my time, but I will have her. And when I do… I'll tell Emma she's my new play thing who will join her soon.
The charity event continued around him, but Alex's mind was already planning the next steps. The night was still young, and a new, forbidden target had just walked into his life — slowly, realistically, and exactly the way he wanted.