- 5-
Butterfly put her hands up to her face and lowered her death grip on Isaiah's hips. She tried to push Isaiah back, but he wouldn't budge. Isaiah frowned at Lance and she felt his body stiffen.
"Man, you're really messing up our groove in here," Isaiah said.
Lance stalked over to Butterfly and Lance. He grabbed Butterfly's wrist and tried to drag her out of the bathroom, but Isaiah tightened his grip around her waist.
"Let her go," Lance said, glaring at Isaiah's hands around Butterfly's waist.
"And if I don't?" Isaiah asked.
Butterfly didn't like all the testosterone brewing in the room. She really didn't know what was going on, but to anyone else, it would look like the two men were arguing over her.
Lance stepped closer to Isaiah and Butterfly. "I'll do it for you."
Lance's grip tightened around her wrist, while Isaiah still had her pinned up against him and the wall. Neither one of them willing to let her go.
"What's going on in here?" Asia asked.
Lance quickly let go of Butterfly's wrist and gave Asia a fake smile. "Nothing, baby. Let's get out of here."
"It didn't look like nothing to me," Asia said.
"It really was nothing," Lance said, as he guided Asia out of the bathroom.
Butterfly wondered what Lance's deal was. He was never prone to jealousy before and it was just weird seeing him act like that.
"You okay?" Isaiah asked, while inspecting her wrist. It turned red from the tight grip Lance had it in.
"Yeah, but I need to get out of here."
Isaiah nodded his head in agreement and let go of his firm grip around her waist. They noticed that Lance and Asia had left and Butterfly was glad. She didn't want to have to deal with them.
"I'll take you home," Isaiah said, as he grabbed his keys off the wooden coffee table.
Butterfly's home was with Lance and she certainly didn't want him taking her there. In fact, she didn't want to be stuck with Isaiah. She was feeling embarrassed by what she let happen in the bathroom. Butterfly just wanted to get as far away from him as she could.
"No, that's okay. My car is still at the bar, so you can just drop me off."
"Alright," he replied, dryly.
The awkwardness inside the car between Isaiah and Butterfly was undeniable. There was so much she wanted to discuss with him, but she decided to keep her mouth shut. She thought it was best not to bring up the incident in the bathroom. She didn't even know him, but she was willing to through caution to the wind and just have sex with him. That usually wasn't her style.
"Are you mad at me?" Isaiah asked, looking between her and the road.
She glanced at him and said, "No, why would you think that?"
"Well, you haven't spoken to me this whole time."
She sighed. "I'm just thinking."
"About what?"
She looked at him and noticed he seemed sincere like he really wanted to know. But she didn't want to explain to him what she was really thinking.
"I'm just thinking about getting my car," she said. And getting away from you.
"You sure?" he asked.
Isaiah was now openly staring at her, while they were at a stop sign. She stared back at him for a moment and then turned her gaze to the world on the other side of the windshield. Why was he so worried about what she was thinking, she thought to herself.
Butterfly wasn't used to this kind of attention from a man. Lance sure as hell never cared about her thoughts or feelings. She didn't know why she hadn't noticed that before.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"If you're thinking about the whole bathroom situation, then I just want to apologize. I didn't mean to come at you like that when you were so vulnerable."
"No, no need to apologize. I wanted you badly." Butterfly put her hands up to her mouth and avoided his gaze.
Isaiah had a playful smile spread across his face. Butterfly glanced back at him to see how he was taking her honest outburst. She didn't like the knowing look on his face.
"That's not what I meant. What I meant was-"
"Stop trying to hold in what you're feeling. It's okay to say you wanted me. Hell, I felt the same way about you."
Butterfly looked at him with wide eyes. She wasn't expecting him to be so brutally honest with her. This man is something else.
She didn't know what to say to that.
He smiled at her and she couldn't help but notice how his eyes lit up. She found herself smiling back at him.
"We're here," he announced.
Butterfly was so wrapped up in his smile, that she didn't notice the car stop, or the engine cut off. They got out of the car and walked towards where she had parked her car. There was another red car parked beside it.
They got to the parking space where her car was supposed to be parked, but they didn't see it. She narrowed her eyes at Isaiah and said, "Where's my car?"
"I left it here last night."
She pointed at the parking space and said, "Why don't I see it"
He ignored her and scurried around the entire parking lot. She followed closely behind him, stopping to look at every parking space as he did. She couldn't take it anymore, so she grabbed his forearm to get him to stop.
"My car's not here. We've looked at all the parking spaces."
He sighed. "I think it could've got stolen."
She laughed sarcastically and said, "You're kidding me right?"
He shook his head. "It's a possibility."
"I can't believe this. I just bought it a few weeks back and now you're telling me it's stolen?" she asked, with an incredulous look on her face.
"Calm down. I said it's a possibility."
"Don't tell me to calm down," she said, glaring at him.
Isaiah narrowed his eyes and said, "Follow me."
Butterfly followed him to the front door of the bar. He banged on the door like he was the police. A few seconds passed before someone came to the door. An older male with salt and pepper hair and rosy cheeks looked at them expectantly.
"Sir, do you happen to know what happen to this young woman's car? It was a black Toyota Corolla parked right over there." Isaiah pointed in the direction of the parking place where Butterfly's car had been last night.
The older male rubbed his chin and said, "Yeah, I had it towed away."
"What?" Butterfly asked.
"I don't allow parked cars in my parking lot after business hours. So I had it towed to that towing place on Third and Lenox."
Butterfly glared at the man, who obviously could care less that he just made her day worse than it already was. The man just nodded his head at them and closed the door to the bar. Butterfly thought about going after the man to shake some sense into him.
She turned her attention back to Isaiah. He had an uneasy look on his face. This was his fault. "You're paying to get my car out of lockdown," she stated.
"What? I don't have that kind of money," he replied, with a frown.
"Well, you better figure out something. This is your fault anyway."
"You act as if I knew this was going to happen. You're so ungrateful." He walked back towards his car.
Butterfly rushed after him, her anger brewing with every step. He was already inside the car, so she got in and slammed the door shut. She whipped her head in his direction and said, "How am I ungrateful?"
"I have been nothing but nice to you. I saved you from getting hurt. I helped you out with some of that sexual frustration you have going on, but you're still being nasty with me."
Butterfly's mouth was hanging open, as she was at a complete loss with what he said. Especially the last part of what he said. I am not sexually frustrated.
"Whatever. You're still paying," she murmured under her breath.
Isaiah glanced at her and shook his head. He started the engine and quickly pulled out of the parking lot and headed towards Third and Lenox. Butterfly noticed that he had a firm grip on the steering wheel and she saw his jawline clinch. She knew he was mad, but she didn't like seeing him like that for some odd reason. How strange.
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They pulled up into the impound. There was a huge parking lot filled with cars that had been impounded. Isaiah parked in the parking lot, where the office building was placed. They both got out of the car and went inside the building. Seeing a long line made Butterfly sigh.
Isaiah still had a frown plastered across his face and he wouldn't even glance in Butterfly's direction. It was annoying Butterfly, but she sucked it up. She was still mad at him too.
Minutes later, they finally got up to the glass booth. The young lady with stormy blue eyes and wavy fiery hair smiled at the both of them and said, "Hi, I'm Stacey. How can I help you?"
"I'm here to get my car out of prison," Butterfly replied.
Stacey chuckled and said, "I need to see your license and the title to your car."
Butterfly sighed and said, "I have my I.D., but the title is in the glove compartment of my car."
"It's okay. We can let someone take you to get it out."
They got a young man in his early twenties to help them get the title out of her car. The man was flirting with her, but she couldn't help but notice how Isaiah's frown deepened even further. He was glaring at the guy who said his name was Jackson.
"Hey, Jackson. Can you cut out all the flirting, so we can go," Isaiah said.
Jackson murmured an apology, while Butterfly narrowed her eyes and said, "Stop being so rude."
He glared at her and said, "I'll just wait for you inside the building." Isaiah stalked off towards the building, muscles tense with every step.
Butterfly got her title out of the glove compartment and thanked Jackson for his help. She even apologized for Isaiah's rude behavior. Jackson continued to flirt and joke around with her, as they walked back to the brick building. She didn't mind, she was actually enjoying his sense of humor.
Jackson eventually had to go back to the parking lot, so he only walked her up to the door of the building. She told him thanks again. He smiled and told her to have a good day. Butterfly waved at him, as he jogged back the lot.
Butterfly opened the door and saw Isaiah sitting in one of the fold-out chairs placed around the room. He was talking to a woman, who was leaning closer to him, as she positioned herself so Isaiah could see her cleavage. They were laughing and Butterfly couldn't help but roll her eyes at the scene. She got back in line and tried to ignore their laughter.
Butterfly felt the warmth of his body and the smell of his cologne tickled her senses. They didn't say anything to each other. Both of them too irritated with each other to speak. The line was shorter this time, so they got up to the booth rather quickly.
"Did you find it?" Stacey asked.
Butterfly nodded her head and showed Stacey her I.D. and the title. Stacey ran it through the computer beside her and gave the items back to her. "Everything checks out. All I need is the two hundred dollars to get it out."
Butterfly was in a predicament. She didn't have two hundred dollars on her. How am I going to get my baby out? Isaiah took his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out two one hundred dollar bills. He gave them to Stacey and she told Butterfly she could get her car out now.
Butterfly was in shock. She didn't really expect him to pay to get her car out. She only said it out of anger and didn't he say he didn't have that type of money. Butterfly didn't realize that Isaiah was gone and that she was still standing in the line. She said a quick thanks to Stacey and rushed outside to see Isaiah waiting for her.
Butterfly glanced up at him and said, "I didn't expect you to actually pay."
"I wasn't going to."
"What changed your mind?" Butterfly asked while tilting her head.
"I realized that I could ask you for something in return, for my good deeds towards you," he said with a smirk.
Butterfly narrowed her eyes at him and replied, "What's the favor?"
"You have to go out to dinner with me tonight. By the way, you're paying."
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