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.”

deftly intercepted

he launched into a slam

exclaimed, “What a

sleeves to the forearm, the two

the intensity of the match escalating, they were gasping for

resembling warriors in combat,

his hands around his mouth, called out,

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

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

me out just yet.

Brian’s grin widened.

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