Choices (On Hold)

Chapter One

Violet...

My hand wraps around the cool door handle before I twist it and push it open gently.
"Brown sit back and stop stirring!" I hear an officers voice boom before a raspy chuckle invades the room.
"Fuck you my dude! I'ont need no fuckin' counselin'. Let a nigga do his time and leave damn." My eyes land on a light skin man who kept shifting in the cool metal seat. He licks at his plump pink lips before his hazel eyes find me. He stares into my face for a while before sitting up and straightens his back out. His hands intertwine causing the heavy chains to clank against the table.

  "Good Morning Officer Golding... nice to meet you. I'm Violet, Violet Hunting." I smile at the officer that stood behind the inmate in the chair. He gives me a slight smile and nods his head at me. I look back down into the hazel eyes that are watching me intently and send him a smile. "Violet Hunting," I extend my hand to him. "Can I get your name?" I ask and I can see his jaw clench before his eyes darken. He was angry... furious even. He plasters a smile, showing a beautiful set of teeth and extends his chained hands to me. We lock limbs and I shake lightly.

"Elias Brown... but baby girl," He takes a slow, seductive lick of his lips before bending forward towards our hands. "You can call me Daddy." He winks before kissing my knuckles. I ignore his comment and gesture as Officer Golding places a hand on Elias' shoulder.
"That's enough Brown." He grits through his teeth causing the man to roll his eyes. He releases my hand carelessly and sits back.
"You here to help me shorty? I can use a-lot of help." He smirks, putting emphasis on a lot.

I give him a small smile before taking a seat in the chair across from him, setting my bag beside me.
"I'm here to guide you... let you help yourself." I say softly before setting my folder down in front of me. He stares at it, his eyes squinting to see that his name was printed on the front in bold letters. His eyes dart back up to my own and he clenches his jaw again. His fingers begin to tap the table as he squints his eyes at me this time.
"Look at you... all dressed up and looking good... Imma enjoy these little sessions we gon' have." He growls even though he has a smile plastered across his face.

  The small tear drop tattoo under his eye seems to twitch as he attempts to contain his anger.
"I think it is going to be enjoyed by you, it gets you out of solitary am I right?" I ask and his lips shift as he finds something else smart to say.
"Get comfy baby... lets get this wonderful lady a drunk yeah?" He smiles slightly, the corner of his lip lifting up into a sly smirk. When no one responds he looks behind him, up at the Officer. "Get her a drink... don't be rude to our guest." He snickers but the officer ignores him as I open his file. I begin to scan the reports as his hands tap at the table harder.

  "Fuck you ask my name for if you know it?" He grits and from the corner of my eye I can see his hands twitching. I ignore him for a moment as I finish the sentence I was reading. Once I'm finished I sit the folder down and look back up into his eyes.

"If you must know Mr. Brown I didn't know your name. They've just handed me your file before I came in here and I haven't looked at it until now." I give him a soft smile and his eyes drop to my lips before he licks his own. He stares at them hard before looking behind me.
"Bullshit." He chuckles before slouching in his chair. "Let's get this shit started man, I wanna get back into my nice comfy bed." His tone is flat as his eyes roll back before he closes them.
"You two can step out." I say and this makes Elias' eyes snap open and the officers are visibly hesitant.

  "Please, I promise all of my clients that everything between us is private. I don't need anyone using anything against him." I say seriously and they sigh before nodding. Once they're fully out of the room Elias instantly smirks deviously.
"Lookie here... just me and you. You know how you can help me out first?" He asks, a fake pout on his plump lips. I shake my head and cross my legs.
"No, how can I help you first?" I ask and he pushes his chair back before standing up.
"I gotta huge problem in my pants that ain't gonna fix itself... I been in here three years without some good pussy and by the looks of them thighs and that ass... you got it." He says as he rounds the table and stands next to me. I attempt to fight my blush as he stands right beside me. His crotch was right next to my face so I mentally count to three before looking up at him.

  "Well Mr. Brown that isn't something I can help you with. You have a lot of alone time in solitary, your hand should fix that problem." I smile and he smirks before getting down to my level.