Ulrich in Love: Arousing Desire and Exploitation in Hollywood

Through the hour and a half of speeding down freeways and city streets, no one in the car had spoken a word. Occasionally Adam would suck in a short breath as if to say something, but he stopped himself. Jade liked it this way, a celebrity was a celebrity and an everyday girl like her had no reason to swoon or droll over him like the girl in the front seat was doing. Even though Jade could've sworn she was with the weird looking guy that was driving, but it was unsubtle that her main focus was Ulrich. Jade sighed and slide as far as she could away from Adam and continued to watch the sky that was now black and glistening with stars." So again, where exactly do you live?" Matthew asked." Keep going down this road and turn left, then stop in front of the second set of apartments." she simply answered. Adam took a sideways glance at Jade through his lashes and smiled. Jade had an amazing personality.

Not only did she openly ignore him, she also spared him the sexy glances that most women gave him. With the girls he was used to sleeping with, it was always fake lips and breast and intense infatuation that lasted only one night; with Jade it was all attitude and no remorse. In an odd way Adam Ulrich found that to be attractive, if not sexy. There was always something about wanting a girl he knew he couldn't have that gave him a reason to live. Like a new game or something.

Jade had caught sight of Adam glancing at her and looked over at him and narrowed her eyes." What are you looking at?" she asked, not directly looking at him. He smiled at her, hoping that the same smile that had won him countless one-time lovers, would subdue this woman's unbreakable moral." I was only wondering if you would let me walk you to the door and we can discuss our issues there?"

Jade looked at him directly." Yes, but you can't come in so don't ask." Adam nodded. Matthew stifled a giggle and turned the corner, stopping at the second set of apartment. In the particular neighborhood, the air seemed clean and crisp, like the air in suburbia. This place was clean, the street was clean. No floating trash papers, no prostitutes in stilettos. No actors just waiting for the Paparazzi to show up with their big ass cameras. Just the night and the apartments and houses and street lamps. Adam Ulrich slipped out of the car and opened Jade's door and waited patiently until she got out of the car. As she stepped out of the car, she did not once direct her warm brown eyes his way ; she looked on to the apartment on the ground floor with the numbers 12 intricately carved into the door. Ulrich followed her as she went, watching her steps. He wanted to know more about Jade; No, he was determined to know about Jade. As soon as they reached the door, Jade spun on her heels and stopped Adam in his tracks with a cold look. Cold, but cute." Look, I'll get my car fixed somehow -"

"No,I crashed into you so I have to fix it."
Jade only looked at him but didn't say anything. Ulrich smiled. The lock turning broke their concentration and as the door opened Ulrich looked to see who had answered it." Jade, you're late, I fixed us dinner - who is this?"

It was a man, and a very handsome one too. He was tanned with dark brown hair that fell into his lively blue eyes and a goatee. His jaw was a hard curve on his face and his body was massive and muscled. For the slightest second, Ulrich felt a stab of jealousy. So this was why she was being so nasty toward him. She already had a boyfriend who was damn good looking, but Ulrich already knew they were on the same level. Dark hair, muscled bodies and deep voices. The only difference was that this man was an American with an American's accent and Adam was European and had an accent that crossed between English and Scottish. Adam sighed as the man eyed him." I'm Adam Ulrich." he said. The man looked at him and nodded." Oh yeah, how could I not know that! How, did you, you know, meet this one?" he said. Ulrich smiled." He wasn't watching where he was going and he crashed into my goddamn car." Jade muttered, looking really uncomfortable with the two men that were in front of her. She'd had a really long day and wasn't one for long conversations about how she met up with the biggest asshole in the world. All she wanted to do was get into the shower, eat, then sleep.

Adam shrugged." It was an accident. Now about that, I already have your number so I can call you about how we're going to sort this out tomorrow." He said. Jade nodded and went through the front door, not looking back, however, Adam observed that her boyfriend stayed out on the porch." Sorry, she had a really bad day. Usually she isn't this difficult." he said, taking a step closer to Adam. He smiled and Adam began to back up a little, wary of the man getting any closer to him." Well, um, good luck with that. See you later." Adam shook off the weird feeling that crawled over his skin and got back into the car and tried not to look too disappointed as Matthew began to speed through the streets.

Melissa Lowell was sitting by herself in her room, greedily dragging on the cigarettes she hated smoking so much when her new Blackberry began to vibrate. She scowled and blew smoke from her nose as she looked at the caller I.D. It was her friend/ enemy, Claire. It was the Claire that was naturally thin with thick, wavy brunette hair, the Claire that had made it in Hollywood as a model and an actress. It was the same Claire that had stolen the hearts of all of Melissa's boyfriends in high school. The same Claire who was hot for Adam Ulrich." Hello?" Melissa answered. She smiled at the photographs that were sitting on her bedside table." Hey Meliss, have you talked to him for me?" Claire asked, sounding desperate and tired. Melissa's malevolent grin widened." Oh yeah, I definitely talked to him. He said he's seen you around and heard you're name in a few places, but he wasn't interested."

"What?"
The other girl's desperate whine sparked a fire in Melissa. In a devious, vile way she scoffed and gave a tiny laugh. Little Miss Claire was so not getting what she wanted right now. It suited her, the back stabbing bitch." Yeah, he said he'd rather have me. Oh you should have seen his body. It was like an explosion of man, I swear to you. He was so intense and hot, I could've gotten pregnant."
On the other end, Claire began to weep openly as Melissa took yet another greedy drag on her cigarette. With a satisfied smirk, she dropped it into the cup of Hennessy she had sitting on her bedside table." Claire, hun, tell me what's wrong. Why did you start crying like a big baby all of a sudden?"

Claire sniffled and burped a little which only sounded cute in a way that made Melissa even more jealous of her." Oh, I get it honey. Are you sad that I slept with Adam Ulrich and you didn't? Well don't be. If he wasn't interested in you, then he wasn't. I mean I can't blame him, I wouldn't want anyone who's bra size was smaller than an A cup. Tell me Claire, do you only have breast when that time of the month rolls around?"
On the other line Claire let out a pained wail and the phone cut off entirely, leaving only Melissa on the line. She smiled and rolled over on her side and dialed another number, the one of the other famous actor she had met somewhere in some nightclub. His name was James, James Monroe and he was hot, but not Adam Ulrich hot. In her eyes, Ulrich was dirty, beautiful and rich and the exact definition of the bad romance she had so craved. To her, love wasn't fun unless it was rough and James seemed like too much of an all around"good boy". She rolled her eyes as she heard his deep, rich voice on the other end." Hello?"

"Hey baby, remember me from last night?" she greeted. Well it was her way of greeting.
"Oh, um, Misty?"
Melissa silently cursed him through the phone." No, it's Melissa. Mel-issa."
She heard James Monroe laugh as he remembered." Oh yeah, the blond that left me breathless. How are you?" he asked. He seemed a bit annoyed but Melissa didn't take notice to it." I'm good. I've just been thinking about you all day. I still can't get the feel of you off my skin, and your words out of my mind." she whispered seductively. The dial tone spoke to her on the other end; in a moment of fury, she threw the Blackberry from her opened window and screamed. To think that making a name for oneself in this stupid ass town was hard enough, now she was being dismissed by hot celebrities.

First it was that one old guy who called his wife on her, then that Ulrich bastard, now Monroe? What were men coming to these days? Didn't they think the blond hair and boob tats were hot? Wasn't being the most alluring girl, hot? Obviously not. Then she spotted the watch on the dresser. Melissa Lowell would make a name for herself in Hollywood. She had the pictures of her and Ulrich. While they had made love there was a paparazzo hiding in the closet, taking pictures, flash off. She could sell those to the top papers and make millions to the shame of that bastard father of hers. Maybe she shouldn't call him a bastard, after all, he was paying for her apartments in L.A and New York, and her Mercedes-Benz and the cell phone bill. Oh and the implants and the BOTOX. Who needed that crap at twenty anyway? Someone by the name of Melissa Lowell who had started drinking and partying hard the moment she entered the sixth grade.

Melissa looked back at the pictures. Ulrich was on top of her, the thick blankets covering their bodies. In another picture Ulrich was standing, all of his glory for the public to see. Another, Ulrich was yelling at Melissa as she ran from the room, naked. She could send them in an envelope and entitle it"Ulrich: Womanizer". Or she could just pass them around at Ulrich's next premier. Both sounded like great plans.

Melissa stood and picked up the very expensive Fendi purse she had just bought and the scantiest halter dress she could find and threw them on with a pair of platform pumps. She sprayed a bit more of that airbrush crap on her face and shaded on a bunch of eyeliner and even more nude pink lip stain. She puffed out her fake lips in the mirror and smiled at her fake nose." Whoever said superficiality is a sin was a lie. Being ugly is a sin." she said to herself. For an entire moment she thought of life in the ugly and lane and shuddered. Thank the almighty for the nip and tuck solution. She shook her thoughts off and then smiled again at her reflection and ran out to her new Ferrari that Daddy Lowell had gotten her for no reason what-so-ever.

He didn't want his baby going around looking like a cheap slut while driving a Ford or some other cheaply made car. He wanted the finest. Mercedes-Benz, Ferrari, Porsche is what a spoiled daddy's girl drove. Good thing he didn't know how much she really hated him. As the door to the midnight black Ferrari closed, Melissa started the car and drove off to the nearest nightclub that seemed to be filled with celebrities or at least important people like CEOs or producers. She'd even settle for a production assistant if he could get her in with the Higher-Ups, but that seemed highly unlikely as she pulled into the Ecstasy Lounge. That place was packed and by the look of the cars, the Broke Man was not invited. Sleek, sexy and expensive was to describe every car in the parking lot and club hopper inside.

As Melissa got in for free with lifting her dress to she where her thigh met her leg (subtly of course), she immediately scanned the room and as soon as she saw the man with the head full of dark hair, her heart nearly stopped." Oh M G," she breathed. There he was again, her man. Lonely or with that dreadful redhead, Melissa did not know. She quickly popped in Altoid in her mouth and stepped out onto the dance floor the way she had done before, on that day he had pointed to her and told her to come here. She got weak in the knees just thinking about it. The song She Wolf was playing, it had just started. She stepped out in the middle of the crowd and began to shimmy and shake, swaying her hips this way and that, sending her dress flying around and revealing all kinds of flesh."Oh Adam please choose me again...." Melissa whispered as she twirled her hips around the dancer floor.

She smiled when a hand that felt just like Adam's rested on her side and a body started grinding her from behind. It felt weird and odd, but most likely this was Ulrich and she wanted this." Hey Blondie, I love the way you move." Melissa stopped cold in her tracks. Who was this man? Was he German or something? This was not Ulrich, the sexy Englishman." Hi, I'm Manfred Hans, film producer. You know the move Babes on Fire? I produced it. Would you like a drink?" Melissa slowly turned her body around and smiled her most famous smile. This man didn't look to bad at all. Actually he was kind of hot. Muscles and tailor made suits, no doubt he had a nice car. Nice lips and face. Almost as hot as Ulrich. Almost." Oh yes, I remember that movie! Oh Adam Ulrich was so good at the end when he saved Jane Vittoria from that evil wacko. You produce some really good movies. Oh and yes, I'd love a drink." she said. Melissa was laughing on the inside at Manfred Hans' name. Who names their child such a ridiculous name?

By the look on Manfred's face Melissa had seen what all men see her as. Hot and alluring. Edible and easily taken. She wasn't offended in the slightest. She took pride in knowing she had that effect and control on men. It made her feel like Aphrodite in a Victoria's Secret lingerie set and stilettos. Manfred leaned against the bar as he passed her glass of Vodka to her." So what does a beautiful girl like you do for a living?" Manfred asked, his tone dripping with suggestion. Melissa was tempted." I'm a photographer," she lied." Not the lowly paparazzi, but a girl trying to make a name for herself in Hollywood. I want to be famous, for anything.

I love publicity and drama and money," she said, getting closer, grabbing the lapels of Manfred's jacket," and most of all, I love doing it." Her nude pink lips make an O as she spoke and Manfred took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, his eyebrows maneuvering across the top of his face. He smiled a little and ran his big hand down her back and brought his mouth close to her ear, his warm breath shooting sparks up and down her spine." Then, Miss, you are perfect for me. What do you say to us leaving this boring place and going somewhere that allows us to .... Entertain each other?"

"Oh, I'd like that very much." Melissa said aloud and Ulrich looked her way, fury burning in his eyes as he recognized her. He was about to charge at her from across the room when Matthew Ireland grabbed his arm." You can get another one man." he was saying. So Ulrich still wanted her. Melissa made a mental note to use Manfred to get closer to Ulrich so she could have her way with his sanity and fame. Ulrich was hers, but for now, she had Manfred Hans to deal with. As they walked out together Lady GaGa's Bad Romance came on, and Melissa regretted leaving.