While Shane was making plans to talk to Marie about her tonight, Diane finished up her shower. She didn't feel anymore relaxed. She was nervous. She had never thought that Martin had a dark side like that. He had always seem so nice, intelligent, and funny. She knew he would never want her physically and that was okay with her. She thought she could handle a sexless marriage since they could at least be friends. Of course, he was an actor. He only showed the positive sides of himself. If she had seen his temper before the wedding, she wasn't sure if she would have gone through with it.<br/><br/>Diane looked at herself in the mirror. Yeah...Definitely no more loving pictures were going to be taken on the streets of Paris. She'd be lucky if it healed enough to not get stares on the trip home. She grabbed a towel to dry her hair. What the hell was she going to do? She almost wished Martin and Rich were here. Not knowing how they were going to handle her face was making her more nervous.<br/><br/>She walked into the main room and frowned seeing the door. So that was the sound she had heard when she told Martin to fuck off. Wow, she thought, looking at the hole he had made. She bet his hand was hurting. She saw a small first kit on the table next the champagne and strawberries the manager had set up when they first checked in. She scoffed at them. Those were for lovers, not whatever the hell her marriage was. She thought of eating a strawberry but then decided to throw both them and the bottle in the trash. She tossed the towel on top of the table and wondered what she should do. She never liked to wait but that's clearly what she'd be doing.<br/><br/>Diane turned on the radio but after a few attempts of trying to find a station that didn't speak in just French, she turned it off. She sighed as she laid down on the bed. She stared up at the ceiling and wondered how the hell her life turned out this way. Her stomach growled and she realized she was hungry. She might as well eat something. Although...She wondered what the chambermaids would say seeing her face. She debated it a few minutes and realized she needed to eat. She called down to the lobby to order some food.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Martin had no idea at all that Pierre was working for people in this hotel who had some rather deadly plans for him. In way, he thought he was untouchable. He was rich and famous. His only downfall would be if someone exposed his secret. Rich, Diane, and even Paul would keep it. He was sure of that, they all had things to lose. He had a feeling Pierre would keep it too. What they were...Society looked down on it. It didn't matter what your profession was. The best you could ever hope for was to find someone to make you feel normal for a little while. Before you decided to hate yourself again for it. Which Martin did every time he gave in to it. Life would be so much easier for him if he could actually want Diane, or any woman for that matter, the way a man was supposed to want a woman.<br/><br/>"Definitely not."<br/><br/>Martin replied with a smile as he watched Pierre lock the door. Stupidly forgetting to lock a door one night was how he got stuck with Diane. He had gotten too careless with Paul, he would never make that mistake again. Martin liked Pierre touching him. He responded very well to it. He nodded his head and enjoyed the neck massage. When Pierre leaned in for a kiss, Martin didn't resist him. He kissed him back.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Rich was having the time of his life with the Lady. Hell, he didn't even know her name. Not that it mattered. It wasn't like he was going to take her home to America. He might not even see her again after tonight. She was just a fun little vacation fling. A reward for all the hard work he had done to make sure the world saw just how perfect and in love Mr and Mrs Hayes were. He worked so hard, he deserved this.<br/><br/>Calling him a king and majesty, definitely stroked his ego even more. He did was he was asked, laying down on his stomach and allowing her to massage his back. It felt amazing and made him even more aroused. It was getting harder and harder to control himself. He was a mature man, though, and he had learned over the years to not just give in. The longer you waited, the more fun it was.<br/><br/>"Very much so, my Italian Queen."<br/><br/>Not realizing how badly she surely wanted to slit his throat or cut off some more intimate parts of his anatomy right now.