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 the ball from

Brian, he launched into

“What

up their sleeves to the forearm, the

the match escalating, they were gasping for

were ablaze, resembling warriors in combat,

called out,

and arching an eyebrow playfully, challenged, “Need a breather? You seem tired. But just so you know, even your

recent

count me out just yet. The game’s

Brian’s grin widened.

stop, just say so. I don’t