His One and Only Love

George's POV: "Please mom. I have to leave for the training session." I begged her. "I'll have breakfast in my car. Please let me go or I'll be late" I tried to convince her really hard.  "No big boy. You might be the world's top paid footballer and the best one indeed. And you have a lot of training to do and lots of goals to score, but you still are my tiny little boy, and till the time you don't get a loving and caring wife for yourself, it's my duty to ensure that you eat your special 'made-by-mom' breakfast daily." She chuckled as she placed a plate in front of me.  My mother was my everything. I literally would not be anything without her. Since the day I have opened my eyes, she has been there with me. She has loved me and nurtured me in a way no other woman can. A mother's love is incomparable they say. But for me, it is all I need. I don't need a wife. For my s****l satisfaction I have a lot of women roaming around me all the time. If I ever wanted to f**k, I would just go to a club with my friends and f**k any woman who comes to me willingly. And there were always such women everywhere.  I would just take them a hotel nearby, have s*x, and leave. It was my personal choice to not bring them to my house ever; I didn't want my mom to see me with these shallow women who didn't care about my feelings, but just my looks, money and d**k. I couldn't trust anyone to take care of me except for my mom. Its not like I have never fallen in love; I did once in my high school. The girl was beautiful and I loved her so much. But whenever she was around, I would lose my ability to speak. I couldn't ever tell her about my true feelings and then, she was gone. And she was nowhere to be found after my school got over. Since then I have never fallen in love with anyone else and just trusted my mom.  I am George Silva, popularly known to be the world's best footballer. For two years in a row, I have won the 'Footballer of the Year' award. And I am pretty sure that this year, it would be the third time that I will win that award. My year has been fantastic as of now, I am the top goal scorer in my league. I have the best teammates; they all trust me and like me a lot. But that is only because I have never let my ego or fame get the best of me.  I came as a very humble and decent person in the world of football. Most of the people around me were very cunning, but I never forgot the teachings given to me by my mother. She taught me to be passionate, work hard and achieve all my dreams, but at the same time be humble, down to earth and never look down upon anyone. It was for this reason that all my teammates enjoyed my company and respected me a lot. They even admired me because of my skills and the level of success I have reached.  Out of nowhere, I received a light smack on my head. It was my mom, pointing towards my bowl of cereal. I finally gave in and had breakfast, because I knew that she wouldn't let me leave the house without having a proper breakfast. I don't blame her. After all, I was the one who told her that my doctor had strictly told me to have proper meals daily, or else it would not only effect my health but also my game.  I gulped in all the food and giving her a kiss on the forehead left for my training. I got into my sports car, my favorite one, which was the first car I bought after winning the 'Footballer of the Year' award. I immediately started the car and hurried to the training arena because I was late, and I knew that the demon was waiting for me there to rip me apart. My coach Paul Rodriguez. He was an angelic demon. Or maybe a demonic angel. Both the terms describe him perfectly well. Since the beginning he had trained me in a very different way from others. It was my personal request to my club to let him be the assistant coach of the team, as he knew me the best. His way of training was very different from others. And I admired him. If it wouldn't have been for him, I would have been just any normal football player. He was the one who made me special and different from others. But he was very strict. And thus the term I gave him suits him perfectly.  But I ensured that I never let anyone think of him as my weakness. Although I had a lot of admirers and a lot of fans, I did have a lot of haters as well. There were literally people who would do anything and everything possible to hurt me or anyone close to me. And that is why I never publicly embraced my relationship with my coach.For the same reason I even tried to keep my mom very safe. She was my world, and unfortunately, people knew that. And I knew that they could take advantage of it. And so, I always made sure that my house was always fully guarded and no one could come inside or go outside without my permission and without being noticed. We trained hard like any other day; training is the most important part of any sport. When the training finished, the manager of our club came to meet us. we all thought that this would be like every other month; he arrives, talks to us, asks if we have any problems, wishes us luck, and leaves. But today, he gave us a slightly different news."Hello players. I would officially like to invite you all to the first ever league gala being held tomorrow. All players and coaches from all the teams of the league are invited to the gala. You are allowed to bring your plus ones. All the other information shall be sent to you today. Hope to see you there tomorrow." I wasn't a very social person. But the gala would give us all an opportunity to make new friends. After all, friends in the world of football are always better than foes. Suddenly I heard Liam giggling. I looked at my best friend as he suppressed his giggle. "What?" I asked him curiously. "Nothing. Just the fact that you might find your perfect one tomorrow." He winked and started laughing again. And with him, all my teammates looked at me and started chuckling.