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 the

launched

“What a

up their sleeves to the forearm, the two

match escalating, they were

resembling warriors in combat, each refusing to concede even a single

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

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

a recent mishap, Lyndon’s fatigue

me out just yet. The game’s

Brian’s grin widened.

stop, just say so.