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 the ball

he launched into

“What a dunk,

up their sleeves to the forearm, the

of the match escalating, they were gasping

resembling warriors in combat, each

his mouth, called out, “Brian, Lyndon, ready for another round?

an eyebrow playfully, challenged, “Need a breather?

a recent

just yet. The game’s still

Brian’s grin widened.

to stop, just say