My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

At this time, a basketball game meant for three had dwindled to a duel.

The two competitors, clones in stature and physique, one clad in black, the other in white, were caught in an intense dance of offense and defense.

Kyson played the role of referee, while Selina spectated.

Brian, with an agile leap, scored another three-pointer, prompting Selina to cheer, “Nice shot!” Her applause rang out.

Kyson joined in the applause, an itch to join the fray evident.

“Brian, your shot’s remarkable.”

that moment, Lyndon deftly intercepted

he launched

exclaimed, “What

the forearm, the two

intensity of the match escalating, they were gasping for

in combat, each refusing to concede

out, “Brian, Lyndon, ready for another round?

a breather? You seem tired. But just so you know, even your best efforts won’t be

recent mishap, Lyndon’s fatigue didn’t dampen

just yet. The game’s

Brian’s grin widened.

stop, just say so.