Give into Me (Rich Woman/Poor Man Romance)

~Chapter 10

-10-

  Butterfly continued to listen to what her Father and Isaiah were talking about, through her Father's study room door. She pressed her ear up to the cold wooden door, hoping to get an insight into what was being said.

  Butterfly was straining so hard to hear that she didn't notice the tapping of heels against the tiled floor. "What are you doing?"

  Butterfly jumped away from the door and put her hands up to her chest while panting. She turned around to see Dottie laughing at her frightened state.

  "Mama, you scared the crap out. I almost had a heart attack," Butterfly replied, still holding her hands up to her chest.

  Dottie giggled and put her hands up to her mouth to contain the fits of laughter trying to escape. "Baby, I'm sorry," she said in between breaths. "What are you doing out here, anyway?"

  "I'm trying to listen to what daddy and Isaiah are talking about?" Butterfly whispered.

  Dottie frowned and said, "Isaiah, who?"

  Butterfly smacked her lips together. "The guy who's in charge of working on your garden until Richard comes back."

  Dottie nodded her head in recognition. "What could Charles possibly be talking about with Isaiah?"

  Butterfly was about to explain the situation to Dottie when the wooden doors opened up to her father and Isaiah coming out of the study. Isaiah's jaws were clenched so tight and his eyes held a swirl of anger brewing inside them.

  "You can see yourself out. The door is just down the hallway and to your right," Charles said to Isaiah, with a look of disgust on his face. He turned on his heels with his hands behind his back. Dottie followed her husband into the room and closed the door, leaving Butterfly to go after Isaiah.

  "Isaiah, wait up!" Butterfly called after him. He opened the door to the truck and was about to get in, but stopped when Butterfly stood in front of him.

  Isaiah glared at Butterfly making her look away. "The camping trip is off." Isaiah opened the truck wider but stopped when he felt Butterfly's cold hand against his wrist.

  "What is going on? Why are you canceling our trip all of a sudden?" Butterfly asked, with her hand still wrapped around his warm wrist.

  Isaiah slammed the truck door making Butterfly jump. He turned around and stared her down. "Why don't you go ask your dad?"

  Butterfly frowned, still not understanding why Isaiah was so angry. "No, I'm asking you. You're the one who's canceling our trip. You're the one getting angry at me for no reason."

  Isaiah looked away from her and scoffed. Isaiah closed the gap in-between them and stared down into Butterfly's almond eyes. "What's the real reason you didn't want me to meet your parents?"

  "I-I told you already. It's because my parents ask-"

  "Don't give me that bullshit Butterfly," Isaiah replied in a threatening tone. "The real reason you didn't want me to meet your parents is that you didn't think I was good enough."

  "What?" Butterfly asked, with an incredulous look on her face. "I never said that."

  "You didn't have to. I see how this family works. Since I'm not trying to become a doctor or a lawyer, I'm just not good enough for you."

  Butterfly ran a hand through her curly hair, sighing in the process. "You know I don't care that you're not trying to become a doctor or a lawyer."

  Isaiah laughed sarcastically. "I don't really know. We've only been around each other for two point five seconds. I don't really know you."