When Paul left the room, Diane and Shane were both quiet for a few minutes. Shane was angry about what happened and Diane didn't know what to say. She had no idea what she was going to do. She had been taught that a man shouldn't strike a woman but it wasn't like she could just leave Martin. She made a deal and...Rich was going to be so pissed! He'd take one look at her face and lose it. They couldn't have anything ruining Martin's perfect public image. She held the towel against her cheek, hoping the swelling would go down. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.<br/><br/>Diane looked over at Shane. He was pacing, he did that when he was angry but didn't want to lose his temper. She had missed him, she realized. He had truly been the love of her life. They could have been very happy together. Too bad her father couldn't control his addictions. Her father was a decent man, but he never could resist the urge to double his money. Not realizing that , in the end, the house always won.<br/><br/>"Shane? Why are you here?"<br/><br/>Shane stopped pacing and looked at her.<br/><br/>"Why do you think? I'm here for you."<br/><br/>That sounded so sweet, but there was no 'we' anymore, Diane thought. There couldn't be.<br/><br/>"Shane, I-"<br/><br/>Shane sat next to Diane on the bed and took a hold of her free hand.<br/><br/>"I love you, Diane. I was a fool to let you go. I traveled all the way to Paris to see you again. To make...."<br/><br/>Shane trailed off. He had practiced what he was going to say, many times. Maybe a million times. He had planned to ask if she was happy and if she loved Martin. Seeing her face, knowing what Martin did. He couldn't just let her stay here. Even if she didn't love him anymore, he couldn't let her stay with a man who hit her.<br/><br/>"Shane, I..."<br/><br/>Diane lowered the towel and sighed. She knew she loved him, probably always would, but she had made a deal. A deal she couldn't break. Not if she wanted to make sure her father was okay. She looked down at his hand holding hers. His hands seemed to be forever stained with grease and had callouses. Such strong hands, not like Martin's near perfect ones. She had missed Shane so much. She'd miss him for the rest of her life.<br/><br/>"You'll always have a piece of my heart but...I'm Martin's wife. That's just the way it has to be."<br/><br/>Diane said, letting go of his hand. Shane balled his hands into fists and frowned at her.<br/><br/>"He hit you, Diane. I don't care that you were fighting and if you hit him first, he never should have struck you. It probably won't be the last time either. I can't just-"<br/><br/>Diane stood up.<br/><br/>"I don't have a choice, Shane."<br/><br/>"Everyone has a choice!"<br/><br/>He exclaimed, barely controlling his temper now. Diane sadly shook her head. She might as well tell him, she thought. That way he understood. Then he could let her go. Find some one who truly deserved him. Someone much better then her.<br/><br/>"Shane, I love you, but I can't leave Martin."<br/><br/>"Why not?"<br/><br/>Divorce was looked down upon by society but Shane didn't always care what society thought either. Besides she married an actor, there was never a shortage of women willing to sleep with an actor. Even if it was for only one night. People might think Martin had cheated on her. Or already assumed he did.<br/><br/>"Because he pays my father's gambling debts. My dad...he owes the Estacado mob a lot of money...Usually thousands of dollars by the end of the month. Every month...He can't stop paying the cards and trying to double his odds."<br/><br/>Diane said sadly. Shane didn't say anything at first, but eventually nodded his head. It made sense, he realized. What Rich had said about 'Daddy's debts'.<br/><br/>"You married Martin because of your father."<br/><br/>Diane nodded her head.<br/><br/>"Yeah, Martin needed a wife and...There's no way my mom or my secretary salary could repay what he owed, not every month."<br/><br/>Shane frowned, one thing didn't make sense to him. He didn't know what Martin's secret was. As far as Shane knew, like the rest of the world, Martin had been a swinging bachelor before he met Diane. Shane didn't realize Martin Hayes preferred men to keep his bed warm at night.<br/><br/>"But Martin Hayes is rich and famous. Women throw themselves at him...Why did-"<br/><br/>Diane's sharing attitude quickly disappeared. Part of her agreement was to never share Martin's secret with anyone. She looked down at Shane and suddenly kissed him. The sudden kissed stopped his train of thought and Shane kissed her back. It didn't last long, though. Diane broke it as suddenly as she started it.<br/><br/>"Goodbye, Shane. I hope you find love again. You are a good man and you gave me the best days of my life. I hope you find a great girl, one who is worthy of your love."<br/><br/>"Diane, wait-"<br/><br/>Shane said, but Diane headed out of the door, closing it behind her. She had walked out of his life a second time and it hurt just as bad as the first time. Especially since he was afraid of what the man she had married would do to her.<br/><br/>----------------------<br/><br/>Pierre had a nice smile, Martin thought. His smile brought out one of his own. Pierre was different then the people who normally approached him. That was a good thing too. While Martin enjoyed meeting his fans, he would go quite mad if he was always surrounded by people worshiped the ground he walked on. Pierre seemed to have lost the adoring fan look and Martin was glad.<br/><br/>Martin nodded his head and took a seat next to Pierre when he received his drink.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I can."<br/><br/>He should probably see Rich, Martin thought. With the whole fight with Diane, Rich was going to be pissed when he found out. Yelling and slapping each other didn't keep up with the whole loving newlyweds act they had going on. Martin didn't feel like talking Rich right now. He'd rather to talk to his new friend. He took a sip of his drink and replied.<br/><br/>"My wife and I had a fight. Sometimes I just don't understand women."<br/><br/>----------------------------------<br/><br/>The Italian lady was a good actress. Rich had no idea how disgusted she was with him. He thought exactly what she wanted him to think. That she was as attracted to him as he was to her. He was definitely enjoying what she was going. He eagerly kissed her. Every little tease she did, only made him want her more.<br/><br/>"I won't object to that at all."<br/><br/>Rich told her, he was more then ready to strip naked and explore this gorgeous woman's body. He was disappointed that she pulled away and made a call. He had no idea what she was saying on the phone. As he had been told already on this trip, learning and understanding French was not in his skill set. The looks she gave him, made Rich believe he had nothing to worry about it. That it was going to be a good surprise.<br/><br/>"I can't wait."<br/><br/>Rich replied eagerly, returning her kisses and touching her body. He offered no resistance when she stripped him down. In fact, he was having a hard time controlling himself.  He definitely loved a woman who was not ashamed of her body. She had such a perfect body. No stretch marks or sagging skin, not like Mary or Raquel. Both had had nice bodies before they had bore his children.<br/><br/>Rich sprawled himself on the bed as he waited for the Lady to return. He had no shame either and thought of himself as a quite a catch. He was in pretty decent shape for a man his age. Not as in good shape as he his client, but he didn't have a giant beer gut either. He grinned seeing the champagne and strawberries.<br/><br/>"You thought right."<br/><br/>He replied and purposely spilled some champagne on her body when she returned to the bed.<br/><br/>"Oops, I'm sorry. I'll get that."<br/><br/>Rich said with a grin and used his tongue to lick of the spilled champagne of the Lady.