Chapter Thirty-three

A lot of our fans and teammates never thought Miles and I could be close buddies because we were each other's competition. The only difference between my goal and his was that he played for the game but I play to make money. From a quarterback to a model, managing several hotels around the world, it was easier for me to reach the height I attained.

When I got the status as the best quarterback at the NFL, he was even happier than I was. He celebrated me just like a brother would.

He was my right-hand man, my best friend.

We might come from varied backgrounds but it didn't change our friendship nor did I make him feel that I was superior to him. We played every match together, trained together, and support one another.

I recall the day I announced my quitting the team, Miles was so mad at me that he didn't speak to me for weeks. I tried so hard to convince him without disclosing my main reason for quitting the game but once I told him that I wasn't enjoying the ga