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

launched into a

exclaimed, “What

up their sleeves to the forearm, the two

match escalating, they were gasping

gazes were ablaze, resembling warriors in combat,

his hands around his mouth, called out, “Brian, Lyndon, ready for another round? The score’s

playfully, challenged, “Need a breather? You seem tired. But just so you

fully recovered from a recent

yet. The game’s still

Brian’s grin widened.

stop, just say so. I don’t go easy