Diane almost hung up the phone. After all, she was sure people weren't supposed to see her face. Once Rich found out, he was going to be pissed about how many people had already seen it. Paul, the chambermaid who only spoke French, Shane...Seeing Shane was bringing up a lot of mixed feelings. She missed him but she couldn't be with him. Even if it was tempting to have him be her white knight and save her from this mess that she got herself into. She told him to move on but, the idea of another woman being with him, and someday having the future they always talked about, made her feel sick to her stomach.<br/><br/>'Tough shit, you made your bed, now lie on it,' Diane told herself grumpily. She had made choice and that couldn't change. Not if she wanted her father to see next Christmas. 'Oh, Dad, why can't you just stop playing cards?' Diane thought. Although she knew that was never going to happen. Being Mrs Martin Hayes was her future and she might as well get used to it. Hopefully she wouldn't piss him off again. Still, she did think of hanging up but then her stomach growled again.<br/><br/>"Oh, fuck it, most of them don't speak English anyway."<br/><br/>Diane told herself out loud as the phone rang. When she was greeted in both languages, she replied in English.<br/><br/>"Hello. Yes, I'd like to order some food to be sent up to my room."<br/><br/>-------------------------------------<br/><br/>Martin would be shocked if he ever found out the truth about Pierre. The Frenchman was a better actor then him. However, it was very unlikely it would happen. The Actor was glad that Pierre understood what this would be. They had to be discreet. Maybe in Europe it wouldn't be a big deal, but Martin was an American. Everything he had worked so hard for would be lost if the public ever knew the truth about him. He was also glad that Pierre understood there was no future for them. Martin's future was Diane, even if the only thing they would ever do was hug and kiss for the cameras.<br/><br/>Diane and the mess their argument made was far from his mind right now. He liked the feel of Pierre's hands and lips. Rich was going to be pissed. Not just at his hand and her face, but for him finding some 'entertainment' in the same hotel he was staying in for his honeymoon. He should stop but...fuck it. Martin was tired of always doing what Rich and everyone else expected him to do. Life was short, he should enjoy it. And he was already enjoying to getting to know Pierre better.<br/><br/>Martin nodded his head, his voice sounded husky as well.<br/><br/>"Yes, let's."<br/><br/>He replied and reached over to pull off Pierre's shirt.<br/><br/>-------------------------------------<br/><br/>It didn't matter what the Lady's name was. Rich rarely asked for names, unless he thought something was going to last. He already balanced two women and the children that each had given him. He'd never take on a third woman for a more long term basis. Today was just for fun. He was having fun and believed she was as well. Why wouldn't she be? She was having the joy of pleasing him, after all. Not all women were as lucky has to get to share a moment like this with him. Although Rich's ego told him many women wished they could.<br/><br/>The message felt amazing. Honestly, the more the Lady touched him with her hands, the more he wanted to flip on her back and ravage her. But he held back, he had learned over the years, and the many sexual partners he had had, that waiting and taking your time was best. Women preferred that and it felt better on his end too.<br/><br/>"It's my turn."<br/><br/>Rich replied with a grin to her, pushing her onto her back. He began to kiss her body. Starting at her lips and working his way lower.