Page 42 of Chasing Simone


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A voice I know all too well screams through the overhead speakers, “CHAAAAAASE!”

There, in crystal clear night-vision, is my woman dangling upside down from the massive sycamore on the property, with Hades and Runt jumping excitedly underneath her.

Struck dumb, I gape at the live footage. I feel my lips mouthing, “What the fuck?”

The guys bust their guts, slapping their denim-covered knees and holding their sides.

Gauge squeezes my shoulder. “I think this is your opportunity, brother.”

Indeed it is.

I sprint from the tech room, nearly sliding past the patio doors in my haste. Throwing open the doors, I charge into the night, worried about my woman.

“I’m coming, Numbers. Hang on!”

Simone spots me approaching, her eyes wide and hopeful. “CHASE!” she says on a sob.

Once I’m onsite, I see she’s maybe eight feet above the ground. If she fell, it would hurt, but she most likely wouldn’t get injured. She’s barefoot, clinging to the branch with her long dress hiked up to her waist, flashing me some seriously hot lace panties. The dogs jump underneath her, trying to reach Simone. Hades is only a few inches short of reaching her. She squeals each time he gets close.

Knowing she isn’t in any danger, I chuckle. “Why the fuck are you in a tree?”

“Why the fuck aren’t you getting a ladder?” she fires back heatedly.

I laugh harder. “Babe, just let go. I’ll catch you.”

“NO! Are you nuts?! I weigh too much. I’ll hurt you.”

I shake my head. “Baby, you don’t weigh too much. I’ll be fine. Let go.”

Hades makes a running leap for her, his canines brushing the ends of her long, ash-brown hair. She screams bloody murder. “HE’S GOING TO EAT ME!”

I nearly double over in amusement. “Hades wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

Simone shakes her head fervently. “You don’t understand. I’m a turkey. I’m an oversized, plump turkey.”

There’s no way the guys aren’t losing their bladders watching us back in my tech lair. This is comic gold.

“Baby, you’re plump inallthe right places, but you’re no turkey. Let go.”

She whimpers. “Call off the hellhounds.”

Shaking my head, I clear the humor from my voice. “Hades! Runt! Sit.”

The dogs obey me. They always obey me. Most of the guys are afraid of Hades, but not me. I see him for the big lap puppy he is.

With the dogs under control, I hold out my arms to Simone. “Let go.”

Simone shakes, her grip losing purchase. “You won’t drop me?”

“I’ll never let you fall,” I pledge.

With one final exhale, Simone releases her grip, free falling right into my awaiting arms, where I catch her easily.

Weighs too much, my ass. Simone is ideal, fitting perfectly in the cradle of my arms. Just because my woman has curves and thick thighs, doesn’t mean she’s heavy. I’m a little butt-hurt she thought I wasn’t strong enough, as if the hours I put in at the gym were only for show.

Clutching her to my chest, I press my face to the top of her head, breathing her in. “You’re safe, Numbers.” I sniff her hair. “Mmm. And you smell good enough to eat.”

Simone smacks my chest, scrambling to free herself of my grip. “Shut it, Chase. Not another word about how I smell.”

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