Her Premarital Ex (The Alexanders Book 3) Read Free

ya?”
Those words spewing from her mouth stabbed
him in the heart. “Yeah, I know but—”
    “ But don’t you think it’s
best to let her be...for her sake and for your own?”
    “ I thought about it, but
no, I don’t. I can’t get over feeling like Tyson took her from me,
Beatrice. I mean, I know where I went wrong with Gabrielle, and all
I want to do is make it right.”
Beatrice sighed, feeling sympathy for his
situation for the first time since Gabrielle left. Dilvan seemed to
be genuinely sorry for what he’d done to her and Beatrice could see
firsthand that he was making changes. Yet and still, he needed to
realize that Gabrielle was with Tyson now, and they were married
and in love. So drawing in a breath, she said, “Sometimes, it’s
hard for us to move on, ‘specially when we know we’re the one who
messed up.”
Dilvan shook his head in agreement. “Let me
ask you this...you know me. Do you think I’m a loveable
person?”
    Beatrice sighed. She
didn’t want to tell him what she really thought – that he was too
rigid to even think about love. But she didn’t want to sugar-coat
anything either. “I think that sometimes, people rush into love and
relationships. You’re still young, Dilvan, and you a handsome
fella, too. Just take some time, get yourself together and figure
out how you can make yourself a better person – a person that will
be ready for a relationship. Everything else will fall into
place.”
Dilvan nodded. “Thanks for the
advice.”
    “ Anytime. Now, let me
clean up in here.”
    Dilvan crossed his arms
and leaned back in his chair. He’d been getting a lot of advice
lately but something about Beatrice’s advice resonated with
him. Make yourself a person that will be
ready for a relationship... it sounded easy
but Dilvan knew it would require a lot of hard work, and to win
Gabrielle back, he was up for the challenge.
     

Chapter 3
     
~ * ~
     
     
    After extending the umbrella above the four-chair patio table,
Gabrielle sipped on a cup of coffee, topped with cool whip and
cinnamon, waiting for Tyson to join her. The morning was sweet, the
humid air dampened her skin and while she looked towards the water,
she admired the way the sun struck it at different angles which
brightened some spots and darkened others, producing a variation of
colors.
Taking a deep breath,
Gabrielle inhaled it all in and released a slow, steady breath like
she was practicing some type of deep breathing technique. Her body
was well exercised thanks to jogging, and thoroughly loved thanks
to Tyson. Now he was busy making breakfast.
She watched him emerge
from the kitchen holding two plates. She smiled. Every time she
laid eyes on him it was out of admiration and appreciation. He
inspired her in so many ways – she wanted nothing other than to be
a better woman for him. A woman with something going for herself.
She wanted him to admire her as much as she admired
him.
She watched him smile. He
had on a white T-shirt and a pair of raggedy, distressed jeans that
gave him a sexy, bad-boyish edge.
    “Here you are, my dear,”
he said setting a plate in front of her. “Let me know how you like
it.”
He placed his plate on
the table across from her, then took the seat in front of
it.
Gabrielle hadn’t touched
her food because she was too busy watching Tyson take his seat.
Once he did, he looked up at her and met her gaze.
“What?”
Gabrielle shook her head.
“Nothing,” she decided to say. At some point, she knew he would
grow tired of hearing her say how lucky she was to have him and how
much she loved him. But that’s exactly what she was
thinking.
    “Nothing?” he responded.
“Looks like you’re in deep thought.”
    “I was.”
    “About what?”
    As if you don’t
know . Gabrielle took another sip of
coffee. “Nothing.” She studied him more, realizing that he was
somewhat of a mystery. The fact that she didn’t know every single
detail about him seemed to give him an edge. Besides,