~"Thank you."~<br/><br/>Paul replied to the maid. He had no idea she was secretly thrilled to know that Martin had hit his wife in a fight. If he did, he would have been horrified for more then one reason. Paul said to Diane as they waited for the woman to return.<br/><br/>"Diane, what happened?"<br/><br/>"Nothing...it-"<br/><br/>"Nothing?!"<br/><br/>Shane exclaimed. Her face didn't look like nothing. Paul gave him a look.<br/><br/>"Calm down-"<br/><br/>"Excuse me? 'Calm down'? I should kick his fucking ass for-"<br/><br/>"We don't need to be making any more scenes right now."<br/><br/>Paul replied and Shane glared at him. Diane, who had put her hand over her cheek again in a useless attempt to hide it, said.<br/><br/>"He's right, Shane. There's no need to make a scene."<br/><br/>Shane sighed in annoyance about that. The chambermaid returned before he could argue more. Paul told her in French.<br/><br/>~"I will, thank you."~<br/><br/>He was pretty angry as well about what Martin had done. He handed the towel and ice to Diane, who put them on her face.<br/><br/>"Come inside my room, we can't stand out here all day."<br/><br/>Paul told them. Diane sighed and accepted that was true. Rich and Martin would already be pissed that three people had seen her face. They couldn't have it getting out of the hotel. All that stupid sightseeing would be worthless. The real news would be that the great Martin Hayes hit his wife and that was bad for business. Shane followed Diane inside, wanting to get to the bottom of it. Although he had a feeling there was very little she could say that would stop him from wanting to kick Martin's ass now.<br/><br/>------------------------<br/><br/>Rich was done cleaning up and dressing for his date. He missed all the 'excitement' in the hallway. Which was good, because he would have lost it. It was bad enough that Diane and Martin got into a fight when they were supposed to the perfect love birds. It would be even worse if word to get out that Martin hit his wife. That would not help the image that Rich had carefully crafted for him to the public. All American boys didn't beat their wives up.<br/><br/>But Rich missed it all and as far as he knew the only trouble in that marriage was that Diane wasn't as on board for the idea of a child as Martin was. Eventually she would be. She'd understand why it was best. Plus, if she didn't, then Rich wouldn't make sure her mother was still receiving those weekly payments to pay off her husband's gambling debts. You'd think the old man would have realized the cards were not in his favor, but apparently that had never sunk in.<br/><br/>Rich checked himself in the mirror and he had to admit to himself he looked amazing. The Italian woman would have the time of her life. He headed upstairs to her room. He knocked on the door, eager for what would surely be a memorable night.<br/><br/>-----------------------------<br/><br/>When the chambermaid arrived with the bandages, Martin made sure she did not see the door he had broken in his anger. He would have to pay the hotel extra for that. Not just to repair the damage but to also make sure word didn't get out that it happened. He had spent too many years with Rich making sure the world thought he was an all around awesome man. A guy men would want to be friends with. And definitely a man that women would want to date. Breaking doors and bruising up the wife would not help that all. Although it was Diane's fault. The bitch was overreacting and never should have hit him first. It had been self defense, Martin told himself.<br/><br/>"Thanks."<br/><br/>Martin told the maid, not offering a reason why he needed it. He just handed her a larger tip then she probably expected and closed the door rather fast on her. He headed to the bathroom to bandage up his hand. Then he thought he should go to the lobby. He needed a drink. That would help him cool off and give Diane time to come to her senses. Realize she had been silly for overreacting and come back to apologize to him.