Page 97 of In It to Win It

“You never told me that you paid for all the equipment for those kids.”

“Oh. Yeah.”

“Slipped your mind, huh?”

His lips twitch, eyes focused ahead as he drives. “Something like that.”

“I think that’s awesome.”

“It’s nice to give back. Most players do something, but I grew up with that. It was an important thing in our family. Along with lying, stealing, and cheating.”

I snort-laugh. “Oh, come on. Your family’s not that bad.”

“Ha.”

Byron’s excited to see us back. We both take him out for a short walk to do his business, then back in the condo, JP heads to the kitchen. “Lunchtime,” he announces.

I follow, not sure what this involves.

“Salad.” He pulls out a big plastic container of greens. “Chicken. Sweet potatoes. Can you grab an avocado?”

Earlier, I noticed the avocados in the fruit bowl. I love avocado. I grab one and reach for a cutting board and a knife.

“You can cut it into chunks,” he says, dumping greens into a big bowl. “This is so good—kale, spinach, romaine.” He adds chicken and chunks of sweet potato, sprinkles on some pumpkin seeds, and then pulls another container out of the fridge. “Dressing. Vinaigrette.”

“Did you make that yourself?”

“Sure. It’s easy.”

I scoop the avocado flesh out of the skin, then cut it up. JP adds that too, dresses the salad, and serves it up on two big plates.

“This is so good.”

He nods. “One of the recipes I got from Bernard in Montréal.”

He says the name the French way. I repeat it. “Bear-nar.”

He grins. “Yeah.”

“Speak French to me.”

“Tu es belle. Tellement sexy. Je veux te baiserde toutes les manières.”

I sigh. “Lovely.”

He smirks.

“Wait. What did you say?”

“Je vais telécher la chatte.Et téter les nichons.”

I narrow my eyes at him. “I think you’re talking dirty to me.”

“Yes, I most definitely am.”

“Well, it sounded very sexy.”

“Good.” He wraps his arms around me and squeezes. “I told you you’re beautiful and sexy and I want to fuck you every way I can. Lick your pussy. Suck your tits.”

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