"They aren't all as amazing as you."<br/><br/>Rich replied with a cocky grin to the Italian Lady. While he certainly had no problems warming his bed at night, after all, he had two women married to him. One that legally was and the other that thought she was. Not to mention all the actresses that were willing to be part of the 'casting couch'. However, not all the women he shared his body with were as talented as the Italian woman. She definitely knew how to please a man and he'd enjoy every moment he had with her. Probably buy her something nice and expensive to remember him by when he, Martin, and Diane returned to California.<br/><br/>Little did he realize that tonight would be the last night he'd be this happy. After all, he was going to lose his goose that laid the golden eggs soon.<br/><br/>----------------------------------<br/><br/>Diane nodded her head to the chambermaid.<br/><br/>"Okay, that is fine. Thank you."<br/><br/>She said, happy that the woman didn't want to clean the bedroom. Diane didn't want to the cleaning to wake up Martin. She wasn't sure yet what his moods were when he was woken up before he was ready. Actually, there was very little she knew about the man she married. Diane was starting to learn that the being gay wasn't the only thing Martin hid from the world. He wasn't as nice as a man as he pretended to be.<br/><br/>Martin Hayes put on many masks and when he hit Diane for slapping him, she saw a little bit of the man under those masks. A man that scared her. Diane rolled her shoulders and quietly sighed to herself. 'You made your bed, Diane. Now you have to lie in it.' She said to herself and took the plate of food the chambermaid brought her and sat down at the small table to eat it.<br/><br/>Diane paid little attention to what to the girl did. After all, all she was doing was taking out the trash and cleaning up the table. Things that mattered very little to Diane at the moment. When the chambermaid announced she was done, Diane replied.<br/><br/>"No, I am fine right now. Thank you."<br/><br/>When Martin woke up, she'd have have a heavier breakfast with him. For now toast and a few eggs would settle her stomach. Diane ate the food and then went to the bathroom to get herself ready for the day. The bruise still looked angry but was starting to fade. Make up hid it a little better. Once she was done with those things, Diane read two chapters in a book she had brought with her from home.<br/><br/>Diane looked over at the clock and realized it was almost ten o'clock and Martin was still not awake. That was very odd. He usually woke up very early. That much she knew already. He liked to exercise in the morning. After all, he was an actor and had to keep in good shape. Looks were a big part of the job.<br/><br/>Diane quietly walked into the bedroom and saw Martin still on his side. Looking like he was asleep.<br/><br/>"Martin?"<br/><br/>Diane said, hoping to wake him up with out much trouble. It didn't work and she walked closer to him.<br/><br/>"Martin, it's almost ten. Don't you think you should wake up? We have a busy day of people kissing our asses, after all. Martin? Martin-"<br/><br/>Diane reached out and shook Martin's shoulder and that's when she realized something was wrong. She turned him onto his back and she saw he was...Diane screamed, falling backwards into the night stand. Causing the lamp on it to the fall to the floor and break.<br/><br/>"Oh my God...Oh my God..."<br/><br/>Diane rambled over and over to herself. She ran to the phone. But instead of calling the front desk, she called Rich's room instead.<br/><br/>"Pick up! Pick up!"<br/><br/>She yelled into the receiver. Rich, who slept in himself from his amazing night with his Italian Goddess, grumbled.<br/><br/>"Diane? What you-"<br/><br/>"You need to come to my room right away!""<br/><br/>"Why-"<br/><br/>But Diane hung up on him before he could ask why. Rich cursed his former secretary as he got out of bed and got dressed to see what got Diane's panties all in twist.