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.”

moment, Lyndon deftly intercepted

Brian, he launched

“What a dunk,

up their sleeves to the forearm, the

the intensity of the match escalating, they were

combat, each refusing to

around his mouth, called out, “Brian, Lyndon, ready

right hand and arching an eyebrow playfully, challenged, “Need a breather? You seem tired. But just so you know, even your best

recent

count me out just yet. The game’s still

Brian’s grin widened.

need to stop, just say so. I don’t go easy on