Free Watch Me Take Your Girl by Tina Martin

life, he wanted to hang on to her. It would be hard to come by a woman who would be so self-sacrificing.
    For instance, Isabella Torres, the woman he thought he wanted had stated that she didn’t want kids because she didn’t want to mess up her figure. Dilvan wanted children. For any woman to want to have her husband’s children was an ultimate act of love. Isabella, however, was so concerned about her appearance that a family was out of the question.
    For the first time since he’d been bound and determined on getting her back, Dilvan realized that Gabrielle didn’t want him. Now, he had to live with it and he wasn’t sure how to do that. He was accustomed to getting any and everything he wanted, women included. He wanted Gabrielle. He didn’t want her when he had her, but he wanted her now. Too bad she didn’t want him. He knew who she wanted. He was hoping that bringing her here would make her forget about Tyson, but his strategy had failed.
    Gabrielle stood up, gripping her phone in her right hand and walked over near Dilvan, standing a few feet behind him. “Dilvan?”
    “Yeah?” he said, turning to face her.
    “I want you to know that I forgive you for everything you did to me. I forgive you, but that doesn’t mean I want to try to make things work between us. It just means that I forgive you because I need to move on with my life. And I can’t do that by harboring resentment towards you.”
    Dilvan stood expressionless.
    “Um , I’m going to go,” she told him, then headed back for the house.
    “I guess, in the end, I’m the one who ends up hurt, huh?” he shouted over the roaring water so she could hear him.
    Gabrielle stopped walking, turned to look at him, then simply walked away. She hoped that he finally had gotten the point – that she forgave him but didn’t want to get back with him.
    She went to the room where she’d left her overnight bag, gathered her things and waited for a taxi.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter 12
     
     
    Tyson sat on the beach, out in front of his home cradling his cell phone in the palm of his hand. He was anxiously waiting for a reply to the text message he’d sent Gabrielle a little over an hour ago, but she hadn’t responded. Worried, he dialed her number, but after a few rings, it went to voicemail.
    Tyson blew a perturbed breath and placed his phone back in the pocket of his shirt. He closed his eyes, listening to the waves moving back and forth, the cycle repeating. He could see Gabrielle in his vision – her walking towards him in a white gown with a bright smile and pretty flowers in her hair. He was ready to love again and he couldn’t wait for this trip, this little part of Gabrielle’s life to be over. He needed to be with her. Touch her. Taste her.
    Even before he went to see her at her Father’s house, he knew he wanted to make her his. He’d already purchased the perfect engagement ring that would look nice on her finger, and actually, as she slept in his arms that night in her Father’s home, he’d carefully slid it on her finger, making sure it was the right size. It fit flawlessly and he couldn’t wait to propose. But there were so many things he needed to do when it came to Gabrielle. She had to meet his parents, Rena and John as well as his sister, Tamera. Gabrielle knew some of his family already, but not his immediate family. His parents lived in Chesapeake, Virginia and it wouldn’t be too much for them to come down for a weekend trip to meet her. Tamera lived in Charlotte.
    First things first, though, he had to get his girl. He took his phone from his pocket and called her again.
    “ Come on. Pick up, baby,” he said, listening to the phone ringing.
    “Hey , Tyson,” she answered.
    “Gabrielle, h ow’s it going? Are you okay?”
    “Yes. I’m okay.”
    “Well what’s going on? Why didn’t you answer my text? I’m worried about you, Gabrielle. Jeez. Do you know how worried I am right now?”
    “Tyson, I’m fine. ”
    “Then