Ulrich in Love: Matthew Ireland
No Adam will not fall in love with Matthew! This part is just a little introduction to who ( and what) Matthew Ireland is. I have to warn you ladies and gents, he's almost as hot as Adam , although he dates girls whom his mother doesn't approve of and likes to take short walks with females to his bedroom. Enjoy!
Adam pulled into the driveway of his million dollar home on the outskirts of Hollywood. It was a modern home, consisting of shades of gray, white and black, with a splash of color here and there. It wasn't big, but it was a three bedroom with two full sized bathrooms complete with the latest technology, as well as a powder room. There was an office with a new computer he never used and a new hot tub in the living room he had never relaxed in. He only had time to act, act, party, drink, and sleep with women, then repeat. He barely had time to enjoy his house, everyone else around him did. Upon his arrival, a throng of beautiful women greeted him, all complete with fake tans and bodies.
Some of their goodies were real , but in ways all of them were modified. He had to admit, some of their modifying had done them some good; they could finally wear that support bra they had always wanted. Adam smiled and kissed each one and watched them get jealous of each other. He left them in the living room to fight like they always did and smiled when he reached the quiet, coolness of his bedroom. He had locked the door and turned only to find his best friend, Matthew Ireland, in bed with a chick with black hair that was streaked with brown and red lipstick smeared all over her mouth. " You know Mat, you can be a real asshole, when you want to be." Adam said , glaring at the still sleeping Matthew.
Adam picked up a spiked-heeled boot and chunked it across the room at Matthew. The boot made a dull thud against the other man's face and he woke, cursing and holding his nose. " Man, who the fu- oh, her Adam, my man. What brings you here?" Adam looked at Matthew the way a woman looks before she slaps someone. " Why the hell else would I be here you big idiot, it's my freaking house! Now you and raggedy Ann over there , get up and get out!!" he yelled in a sudden burst of livid anger. Matthew stood up, still naked and tired, looking as if he had been hit by a lightning bolt. " Damn man, ok we'll leave , we'll go. Just let me get Samantha up real quick and we'll get dressed and leave. Gosh, you don't have to start screaming like a little bi-"
"Matthew you have five seconds before I bring a big can of whoop ass crashing right down on your head-"
"OK!"
Matthew shook Samantha several times and the girl finally woke , looking disheveled and completely worn out. She croaked a few times, clearing phlegm from her throat and spitting a big glob of green onto the bed. Adam balled his fist so tight, he could hear his knuckles cracking as they went white. He questioned himself on what he just saw because, he knew , he just knew he didn't see some nasty woman, spit on his bed. Oh yes, he did. " Oh. My. Gosh. You did not just spit a big ass, nasty, green glob of whatever the hell that is, on my bed." he said it more to himself than to Samantha, who was looking at Adam Ulrich as if he had angel wings protruding from his back. " Oh my god , are you Adam Ulrich, the actor. Oh, you are so much sexier in person! I mean I knew this guy was your friend , but you, Adam Ulrich, are just ...... amazing!! " she exclaimed, nearly killing herself trying to get out of the bed. She was still naked.
Adam turned away. "Yeah, I'm Adam Ulrich and yes this is my home and yes, you're in my bed. With my best friend, Matthew Ireland. Now leave please." He had no time for celebrity loving girls to drool all over him like they always did. They didn't really love him , they loved the idea of a rich, "hot" guy who could act. One of their dream guys, not a real man. She smiled and threw on her clothes, if you could call the mini halter dress and strap up shoes , clothes. The big glob of green was still there when the left but he didn't mind, he just called for the maid to change the sheets and as soon as she did he went to shower and change into his pajamas and lay down.
Some of their goodies were real , but in ways all of them were modified. He had to admit, some of their modifying had done them some good; they could finally wear that support bra they had always wanted. Adam smiled and kissed each one and watched them get jealous of each other. He left them in the living room to fight like they always did and smiled when he reached the quiet, coolness of his bedroom. He had locked the door and turned only to find his best friend, Matthew Ireland, in bed with a chick with black hair that was streaked with brown and red lipstick smeared all over her mouth. " You know Mat, you can be a real asshole, when you want to be." Adam said , glaring at the still sleeping Matthew.
Adam picked up a spiked-heeled boot and chunked it across the room at Matthew. The boot made a dull thud against the other man's face and he woke, cursing and holding his nose. " Man, who the fu- oh, her Adam, my man. What brings you here?" Adam looked at Matthew the way a woman looks before she slaps someone. " Why the hell else would I be here you big idiot, it's my freaking house! Now you and raggedy Ann over there , get up and get out!!" he yelled in a sudden burst of livid anger. Matthew stood up, still naked and tired, looking as if he had been hit by a lightning bolt. " Damn man, ok we'll leave , we'll go. Just let me get Samantha up real quick and we'll get dressed and leave. Gosh, you don't have to start screaming like a little bi-"
"Matthew you have five seconds before I bring a big can of whoop ass crashing right down on your head-"
"OK!"
Matthew shook Samantha several times and the girl finally woke , looking disheveled and completely worn out. She croaked a few times, clearing phlegm from her throat and spitting a big glob of green onto the bed. Adam balled his fist so tight, he could hear his knuckles cracking as they went white. He questioned himself on what he just saw because, he knew , he just knew he didn't see some nasty woman, spit on his bed. Oh yes, he did. " Oh. My. Gosh. You did not just spit a big ass, nasty, green glob of whatever the hell that is, on my bed." he said it more to himself than to Samantha, who was looking at Adam Ulrich as if he had angel wings protruding from his back. " Oh my god , are you Adam Ulrich, the actor. Oh, you are so much sexier in person! I mean I knew this guy was your friend , but you, Adam Ulrich, are just ...... amazing!! " she exclaimed, nearly killing herself trying to get out of the bed. She was still naked.
Adam turned away. "Yeah, I'm Adam Ulrich and yes this is my home and yes, you're in my bed. With my best friend, Matthew Ireland. Now leave please." He had no time for celebrity loving girls to drool all over him like they always did. They didn't really love him , they loved the idea of a rich, "hot" guy who could act. One of their dream guys, not a real man. She smiled and threw on her clothes, if you could call the mini halter dress and strap up shoes , clothes. The big glob of green was still there when the left but he didn't mind, he just called for the maid to change the sheets and as soon as she did he went to shower and change into his pajamas and lay down.
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