Don't Judge Me || Ricky 'Horror' Olson

Chapter 5: Please Understand I'm Just A Man

Song for this chapter: Give It All- The Amity Affliction

Rachel's POV

I rolled out of bed and looked at the time on my phone. It's 7am and I have to be at Richard's house in half an hour meaning I need to be quick. Richard had texted me last night telling me he can see how uncomfortable I am in my suits so if I want to wear casual clothes I can since both him and Chris will be. I would've wore a suit anyway, but I'm running late and don't have time so reluctantly I pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans with rips all down the thighs, a studded belt, a black vest top with a sugar skull on it and black, leather combat boots. I straightened my hair very quickly, thankfully it cooperated for once, and quickly put on concealer, a thin ring of eyeliner and nude lipstick.

I ran downstairs, grabbed a cereal bar, my bag, phone, sunglasses and keys then ran out of the door, locking it behind me. I put my sunglasses on, put New Years Day on and sped out of my driveway and down the street to Richard's house.

I arrived at his house with a minute to spare, parked in his roommates spot (where he told me to), put my keys and phone in my bag and jumped out of the car. I knocked hard on the door and Chris opened it almost immediately.

"Lovely to see you again Mr. Cerulli," I smiled and shook his hand.

"You too Miss. Paige," He smiled.

"I'm sorry for the state I'm in I was running late."

"You look fine Miss. Paige we don't want you sitting there in an uncomfortable suit anyway," He assured me. "Also Miss. Paige?"

"Yes Mr. Cerulli?"

"I know you don't like calling clients by their first name, but technically I am not your client and also we are discussing very personal business with you would you mind calling me Chris or at the very least Christopher?"

I thought about it for a moment, he isn't my client and he is sharing business you normally only share with people you are on a first name basis with. "Very well Chris," I agreed.

"Thank you Miss. Paige," He smiled gratefully. "Ricky's in living room," He told me. Everyone's calling him Ricky is that a nickname for his close friends or is that what he prefers to be called because he does not seem like the sort of person to want to be called Richard.

We made our way into a small, cosy room with two sofas, a TV and nothing much else, perfect for two people. "Good morning Mr. Olson," I smiled and held my hand out to him.

He shook it and mumbled a 'morning,' but didn't look up at me. I gave Chris a questioning look and he mouthed, 'he's scared,' at me.

I sighed and sat down next to Ricky then put my hand on his knee. "Mr. Olson I can promise you now that if you are innocent then there is no need to be scared. I haven't lost one case and I don't plan on starting today," I spoke softly and kindly to let him know that I am with him, not against him.

"Thank you," He mumbled and looked up at me, giving me a small smile.

"Of course," I smiled, stood up and walked over to the other couch. I sat down and eyed the two men sitting side by side.

"So how much do you charge?" Chris asked abruptly.

"Well I do pay per session so that's court session, investigation etcetera and I don't have a standard charge I make deals per say so that you can afford me," I explained.

"How much do people normally pay you?"

"Well as I said I cater to the average person, so normally between $40-$100 per investigation depending on what I do and $35-$75 per court date."