Paul thanked the chamber maid and was happy she decided to not be nosy. While he and Martin were over, he didn't want it getting out that Diane had been hit. He was pissed at Martin. Paul had been raised to never raise a hand to a woman. As he thought of it, he had never seen Martin even lose his temper before. He would have never guessed he'd do something like this.<br/><br/>Paul wrapped some ice in a towel and handed it to Diane.<br/><br/>"Here, that should help."<br/><br/>He told her and Diane gave him a small smile.<br/><br/>"Thanks."<br/><br/>Shane was pacing the room and Paul had a feeling his top was going to blow.<br/><br/>"Diane, what happened?"<br/><br/>Paul asked and she sighed. She looked at both men. She didn't want to tell either of them what happened. However, she had a feeling neither was going to stop asking. She looked down as she said.<br/><br/>"It was my fault...We had an argument and...I never should have hit him first."<br/><br/>Both men didn't like that response. Shane was ready to storm out the door, but Paul stopped him.<br/><br/>"No, he's not-"<br/><br/>"Not what? I'm going to-"<br/><br/>"You're going to be there for her and I'm going to talk to him."<br/><br/>Paul said, his eyes narrowing. Daring Shane to challenge him. Paul wasn't a small guy but it took the next thing Paul said to cause Shane to step down.<br/><br/>"Besides, she needs you more right now, then you need to start a fight."<br/><br/>Paul said and Shane sighed but nodded his head. Paul left and let Diane and Shane have the room. He didn't care how long they needed it. He walked over to Martin's room and knocked on the door. Martin had just finished wrapping his hand and had thought of heading out, when he heard the knock. He opened it and was surprised to see Paul on the other side.<br/><br/>"What do you want, Paul?"<br/><br/>"What the hell, Martin? How could you hit-"<br/><br/>Martin glared at Paul.<br/><br/>"What happens between me and my wife is none of your business."<br/><br/>Paul glared right back at him.<br/><br/>"She's not your punching bag."<br/><br/>"I didn't-! Just stop, Paul. You don't need to save Diane from me like you saved that little chamber maid from Rich. It was an argument that got blown out of portion. Once she calms down, we'll be fine."<br/><br/>Paul didn't like the response at all. Paul might prefer men in his bed, but he still had to be the hero to the women, didn't he? Martin thought. Always trying to save the day.<br/><br/>"Who are..."<br/><br/>Paul was dumbfounded a moment. He and Martin had shared so much and right now, he felt like he didn't even know him.<br/><br/>"Did you ever love me?"<br/><br/>Paul asked and Martin looked at him like you saw a ghost. Why the fuck would he ask that in the middle of the hallway? Martin checked and didn't think he saw anyone.<br/><br/>"Why the fuck are you asking that right now? When people could-"<br/><br/>He whispered in anger. Paul raised his chin in stubbornness.<br/><br/>"Because I want to know."<br/><br/>"I...I cared about you..."<br/><br/>Martin trailed off. Just when Paul thought Martin couldn't hurt him anymore then he had when he had sided with Rich over him about Colette, Martin proved him wrong again. Martin didn't need to say it, maybe he couldn't, but Paul saw it on his face. All he had been was sex to him. God, he was such an idiot. Paul had actually thought they had been in love. Well, as in love as two men could be in a world that was disgusted by their secret lifestyle.<br/><br/>"You ever hit Diane again, Rich won't be the one you have to worry about ruining your life."<br/><br/>Paul said with a mixture of hurt and anger in his voice. He turned and walked away from Martin. Not giving him a chance to have the final word. He had the feeling Shane and Diane would need to talk and decided to take the stairs. Get some fresh air, he needed it.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>Martin wanted to yell, tell Paul burn in hell. He was tempted to punch the door again, or maybe this time a wall. He actually had balled his hand into a fist but the pain from his last fit of anger stopped him repeating that action.<br/><br/>Fucking Paul, always the God damn hero. Martin had cared about him, but love? No, Martin didn't love anyone. He didn't even love himself, let alone anyone else. He had cared about Paul, but he would have never loved Paul. There would have been no point. It wasn't like they could get married. Hell, they could even hold hands in public without people wanting to threaten them. No, love would never be in Martin's future.<br/><br/>'Fuck you, Paul,' Martin thought. While he would have been content letting Paul go off and live his own life, if he decided to carry out his threat, Martin would destroy him first. He had worked too hard to get where he was to let anyone stand in his way. Not even his ex-lover that he had cared about.<br/><br/>Martin felt knew Diane and eventually she'd come back. She'd probably apologize for what she had done. Especially if she wanted Daddy's debts to be continued being paid. All he had to do was wait her out, then they'd go back to being the perfect newlyweds for the cameras and public. That drink sounded really fucking good now.<br/><br/>Martin locked the hotel room door and headed down to the lobby. He smiled when saw Pierre there.<br/><br/>"Is it a good book?"<br/><br/>He asked, as he waited for his drink order to come up.<br/><br/>----------------------<br/><br/>Rich grinned like a fool when he saw how the beautiful woman had answered the door. He did not even bother hiding his body's reaction to the sight.<br/><br/>"I would not have missed you for anything in the world."<br/><br/>Rich said with a grin. He was a dog, he hadn't even bothered to take off his wedding ring. He followed her inside. He couldn't wait for her to make him more comfortable and to touch every inch of her body.