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"Matt, wake up! It's time to get ready for the stage show." Adrian shook him again for good measure.
Ugh, that time already? Matt thought, struggling to open his eyes. He was so damn tired... Adrian had already turned to walk away. She's probably going to go get Corrida. Wait. That would be bad.
Matt lunged forward and grabbed Adrian by the wrist.
"Matt, what are you doing?!" Adrian cried out in alarm.
"Nothin', babe," Matt replied, in his best I'm-just-a-stupid-actor voice. "We've still got some time until we need to be there and you've been running around all day. Aren't you tired?" he said, pulling her down onto the bed with him.
"Matt, stop it!" Adrian protested, struggling weakly against his hold.
"You hate me that much?" Matt asked sadly, putting on a kicked-puppy expression.
Adrian sighed and stopped struggling. She wasn't going to win this battle of wills. But that wasn't going to stop her from making one last pathetic attempt. "Matt, we're going to be late for the stage show..."
"Don't worry about it, babe," Matt replied lazily. "They can't start the show without the star, anyway."
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When Juan Corrida's murder was discovered, Matt Engarde was immediately named prime suspect... until they found out that he had been in bed with his manager at the time of the crime. Man, the tabloids were going to have a field day with this...
A/N: Well... as it turns out, Matt not only protected Adrian from that whole mess, but he gave himself the perfect alibi at the same time... what an evil evil sexy evil beast he is...