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.”

Lyndon deftly intercepted the

he launched into a

“What a

their sleeves to the forearm, the two prepared for more

intensity of the match escalating,

combat, each

his hands around his mouth, called out, “Brian,

his right hand and arching an eyebrow playfully, challenged, “Need a breather? You seem

recent mishap,

yet. The game’s still on!” he

Brian’s grin widened.

to stop, just say