Trinity's POV

"Max, this is the reason why you broke up with me?" A woman yelled, as her voice echoed against the walls. My eyes shot open and I looked over at the bedroom door. Who the hell is this white girl storming into his house at this time of the morning?

Maxwell sat up in the bed and climbed out of the bed. The woman had on wrestling shirt on a black tight. She's actually pretty thick for a white girl. Maybe, she's a wrestler?

"Allyson, what are you doing here?" Maxwell asked her, in a calm voice. I expected him to throw a fit actually at her interrupting our sleep.

"I came to get my wrestling gear and tape. I didn't think you would be here, but now I see why you left me," Allyson said.

"Umm, I don't know you, but I am not the reason you two broke up," I interjected, needing to clear my name. This girl isn't about throw into whatever mix.

"Allyson, Trinity isn't the reason we broke up. Could you please get your things and leave? We had a long night at AEW and we flew home a couple of hours ago," Maxwell tried his best to reason with his ex.

"No, you promised me you would get me more bookings!" She yelled, almost throwing a temper tantrum. "You fucking lied to me after I moved across the country for you," Allyson vented.

"We grew apart Allyson," Maxwell said, still very calm and not making a big deal out the situation. Relationships are very complicated, and as I look at them I thought about my estranged ex-husband. Jonathan Fatu had our share of problems, and I don't plan on getting into another relationship because of it.

"Bullshit, you fucked her and I know you did," Allyson argued, she's practically in tears trying to figure out why Maxwell left her. The man was single when I met him, so my ass ain't concerned with none of this drama.

I got out the bed with my phone in my hand and headed downstairs. They can continue whatever episode this is of Days of Our Lives. I plopped down on the couch and looked at the unread text messages I had. I had interesting text messages from Moxley, but I will read those later. Kip didn't text me good morning and he does it every single morning. Ugh, let me show this boy some damn attention.

Me: Hi lover...

Kip: Who is this?

Me: You cannot be fucking serious...

Kip: Is this Trinity or are you Moxley's girl?

Got damn he's really upset about Moxley. I didn't even fuck the guy and I don't get why he gets so caught up over me anyways. I only let him eat my pussy and that's it. We have never fucked and he's tripping over my rotation list. This guy is unbelievable.

Me: Whatever yo....

I looked at Moxley's text messages.

Moxley: Did you get home safe?

Moxley: Trinity... I want to fuck you!

Moxley: Good morning I was super fucked up last night so forgive me for my behavior

I don't think the alcohol made him act weird towards Marty Scurll, because he's very protective. He's always been like that, and I remember him being that way about Renee. I am going to wait to text him back though.

Allyson stormed downstairs and she stopped at the door. "Good luck raising a child cause that's all he'll ever be," She said, sounding like she just finishing crying mixed with pure anger against him.

"Truth is honey, he's just a fuck to me. I love orgasms and gifts. He gives me both, but feelings are for suckers. Go enjoy your life sweetie you can make it without him," I said, giving the girl some advice. She walked out without saying anything.

Maxwell walked down to the bottom step of the stairs. "Damn, just a fuck to you?" He said, clearly offended by my comment. He has to know that I am not going to be like her.

"Yes, baby," I said, walking over to him and get close enough to his face to kiss him. "Don't let another bitch walk up in here while I am here. What you do when I am gone is your business, but I will not tolerate that shit again," I informed him.

Maxwell face lit up when I talked to him in an authoritative tone. "Yes, ma'am," His hands grabbed on my ass. "I will get the locks changed today," Maxwell said.

"Guess who hit me up the other day?" Maxwell said, walking past me to sit on the couch.

"Who?"

"Your girl, Sasha Banks. She's trying to come to AEW," Maxwell said. It's weird that she would contact him and not me. I am still not exactly sure how they know each other. Her ass might be on the prowl for new dick and a new contract. I might have to let her know which hoes are mine and who is fair game.

I laid on top of him. "Baby, don't fuck her."

"Are you going to get jealous?" Maxwell taunted me, and I definitely didn't like that shit.

"I am serious Maxwell."

"I'll try not to," He joked with me, but I am not laughing at that shit.

***

Moxley's POV

I woke up on the damn hotel floor with my dick hard as fuck thinking about Trinity. I noticed every guy watching her and staring at her ass at the party. That shit fucked with me a little bit and I don't want guys all over her at AEW.

I know she has guys that she entertains and I know they take her out to eat and buy her shit. But, I think she would actually pursue Marty. I can't let that shit happen. Thankfully, he's not at AEW just yet, but she was looking at him like she wanted to fuck. I looked at my phone and saw I drunk texted her last night.

Me: Good morning I was super fucked up last night so forgive me for my behavior

Hopefully, she will text me back. Right now I just need to get off the damn floor. I stood up and I am still drunk a little bit. I laid on the bed cause I use a few more hours of sleep.

My phone rang and I didn't even look at it. "Hello?"

"Jon," Renee said, crying. "I am pregnant," She said.

"Fuck," I said.