As Shane waited for Marie to answer the phone, he debated hanging up. She had been kind to him, but that didn't mean they were friends. Maybe it was because she was so kind to him, he thought he could talk to her. Not that his problems were her problems. Plus, it was her job to be nice to the guests. She probably wouldn't care much. He told himself it was stupid to call and was about to hang up when he heard her voice.<br/><br/>Although she spoke in French, he replied in English.<br/><br/>"Hi, Marie. It's Shane...Shane Malone...The umm...The poorly dressed American guest."<br/><br/>He was sure poorly dressed was the nice way of saying how he arrived in this hotel. Rich had been quite right. Shane never would have been able to afford a stay here using his own money.<br/><br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>Diane was a little frustrated. It hard to be in a foreign country and not being able to communicate with the native people. She believed the chamber maid was frustrated about that fact as well and she appeared to be concerned about her face. Not that it was the chamber maid's problem.<br/><br/>"I...I'm fine."<br/><br/>She replied, awkwardly patting the woman's hand. She didn't know what else to say. Before she could attempt to excuse herself, Paul returned to the hallway.<br/><br/>After finding out what Martin had really felt about him, he had taken a walk around down the street, smoking a cigarette. Paul didn't smoke that often, just when he needed to calm his nerves. It hurt to find out that someone you loved had never felt the same for you. The last few years had felt like a lie. He had been nothing but honest to Martin but he realized now, Martin hadn't done the same in return. Martin Hayes put on a mask for everyone. To his fans, to his co-workers, to Rich, to Diane, to him...He wondered if Martin spent so much time acting, both for work and in his personal life, if he had no idea who he truly was.<br/><br/>Diane was relieved to see Paul.<br/><br/>"Paul, will you please tell her I'm fine?"<br/><br/>'But you're not,' Paul thought to himself. Diane's face was still red and swollen. Knowing Rich, he'd be pissed when he saw it. Probably keep her out of view until it healed. Maybe make Martin hide in the hotel room too. Rich would probably claim they were so into each other, they all they wanted to do on their honeymoon was have wild sex with each other. That thought almost made Paul laugh. Neither Martin or Diane wanted to have wild sex with each other. He nodded his head and told the chamber maid.<br/><br/>~"She says she's fine." ~<br/><br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>Martin nodded his head in understanding to Pierre.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately they are a necessary evil. Especially if you want break into movies. They get you better deals, but are also pain in the asses."<br/><br/>Rich was a huge pain in the ass. However, he also made Martin a bigger star then he had ever hoped to be. Martin knew he wouldn't be where he was without Rich. Thus, why he had to give Rich such loyalty. Martin had the talent but lots people were talented and never made it. It was because of Rich he had the things he had now in his life. Rich also made sure Martin never forgot that fact.<br/><br/>Martin followed Pierre to the elevator. To anyone watching them, it sounded like Martin was just giving Pierre, a hopeful actor, some acting advice. Surely those who recognized Martin were jealous of Pierre. He was getting advice from someone they idolized. Pierre was lucky and Martin was such a nice guy. He was a rich and famous but still willing to talk to people.<br/><br/>Martin smiled when they were alone in the elevator.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I think we could be good friends."<br/><br/>Well, friends as long as he was in Paris. Unless Martin was totally reading Pierre wrong, acting wasn't the only thing they had in common. Not that Martin would ask out loud. He was far too discreet to do that. Martin followed Pierre into his room. It was a very neat room. Martin picked up a book and glanced at the cover. Pierre appeared to interested in art, he thought. An educated French actor. He set it down and took a seat in a chair.<br/><br/>"Thanks."<br/><br/>He said and then added.<br/><br/>"It was a stupid fight. Diane overreacts over the silliest of things."<br/><br/>Martin said, looking down at his bandaged hand. Flexing his fingers and trying not wince at the pain. He really should know better then to try and fight a door. A door always wins.<br/><br/>--------------------------------<br/><br/>Rich was so obvious at times. He truly thought the Lady was as into him as she acting. He was such a narcissist. To people who knew him well, they would wonder how he ever got two women to have his children. Rich, of course, told the Lady what he thought she wanted to hear. After all, he was only going to be in Paris for Martin's honeymoon. Once that was over, they'd be heading home. He'd never see her again. Let her feel good about herself, while she gave him a good time. What harm was there in that? Plus, she was very beautiful. Very exotic, a nice break from Mary and Raquel.<br/><br/>A brief moment of panic hit the agent when she said she might go back home with him. No way in hell, Rich thought. He already balanced two families, he didn't need a third woman. Although she said she'd do her own thing and meet up now and then, he'd be okay with that. He had a few other companions like that. Women he'd see once in a blue moon for a change in the action. He cupped her face with his hands and told her.<br/><br/>"I'll definitely please you today."<br/><br/>Rich truly believed he was a great lover. He was very in love with himself, very full of himself. He thought a woman should be honored to share her body with him.<br/><br/>"I'll make you beg me to take you home with me."<br/><br/>He said, gave her a passionate kiss.