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 ball

he launched into

“What

to the forearm, the two prepared

of the match

ablaze, resembling warriors in combat,

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

challenged, “Need a breather? You seem tired. But just so you know, even your best

from a recent mishap, Lyndon’s fatigue didn’t dampen his

yet. The

Brian’s grin widened.

need to stop, just say