"You got chatted up by Randy Orton?" Emily's mouth was wide open and her voice was raised.
"Yeah! I was shocked as well. I mean why would he look at someone as unattractive as me? I have no idea."
"No, that's not what I meant." Em sat down next to her slightly depressed friend. "You do know he's a lot older than you."
"I can't believe you just said that. Maven's a lot older than you. Also, unlike some people I'm not planning to sleep with him." Trinity turned away, angry that she did not get her friend's approval. "Anyways where's Maven got to? This is his locker room."
"He's just gone out." Emily's voice was quiet and she sounded ashamed.
"Don't worry; I know when I'm not wanted. I'll leave."
"No, don't. Let's talk. The only reason I didn't sound to happy is that if Paul finds out he will flip."
"So will Dave if he found out about you and Maven. Paul's not even my dad. I really don't understand why the hell you have a problem. I thought you'd understand." With this statement, she stormed out of the room. On her way she spotted maven.
"Hey darling." As they crossed paths, she felt a hard slap across her bum.
"Nice. Very nice." He carried on walking and she felt herself blush.
"Pig." She muttered under her breath and walked on. She saw Paul from a distance and ran up to him and gave him a hug.
"Whoa. Hey Trinity, how are you? And where's Emily?"
"I left her. I wanted to go for a little stroll on my own."
"Cool. Well while you're here, there is someone I would like to introduce you to." Paul took her hand and led her to an office. On it was written McMahon which thrilled Trinity. Meeting Vince McMahon was something she always wanted to do so she could give him a piece of her mind about Joanie's firing.
"This is a nice office." Trinity browsed around and came across a few documents. "I wonder what this is."
"Don't touch them! Those could be very important documents." She rolled her eyes and sat down in a nearby chair. Not long after, the door opened and a beautiful brunette walked in dressed in a suit.
"Trinity. Paul. I'm glad you both could come."
"You're not Vince McMahon!" Trinity felt disappointment crush her. She was really looking forward to making her feelings known.
"No I'm Stephanie McMahon." She looked at Paul and smiled. He got up and held her hand.
"Stephanie is also my wife." The two adults stared at Trinity, patiently waiting for any sign of reaction. She unexpectedly burst out in uncontrolled laughter.
"I don't believe this! She's the woman you cheated on Joanie with. Talk about moving up. From your co-worker to your boss's daughter. Very classy Paul. I suppose that's where all your championships came from. From this whore. This is bullshit."
"Mind your language. I know you're mad but there's no need to take it out on Stephanie. I was the one who cheated on Joanie. So if you want to insult someone, it should be me." A fierce slap was shortly followed after by Trinity, after that she stormed out of the room.
"I should probably follow her Paul." She was just about to go when she was stooped.
"No, this girl needs some discipline. Give her some time and then I'll go find her." A few minutes passed and Paul began to get restless. "I'll see her now." He got up and saw Trinity leaning against the wall, a cigarette in one hand chatting to Christian. "Excuse me Jay but we need some privacy." Paul pushed Christian to the side and glared straight at Trinity.
"Okay, I'll go." He leaned in and gave her a peck on the cheek but she moved her head so he kissed her on the lips. She made the kiss deeper and Jay gave into the temptation. Paul watched this in utter disgust and when they finally broke the kiss, he stared at Jay until he was out of sight.
"What was that?"
"Mind your business!" She made brief eye contact with him before hs etook another puff of her cigarette.
"When did you start smoking?"
"Ages ago! I stopped before but I needed one really badly. One of the crew gave it to me so I just took it."
"WHAT! What did he look like?"
"Short hair, nice arse, massive dick." She giggled foolishly then stubbed out the cigarette.
"I'm not even going to bother talking to you now. You're high. That's not a cigarette, its marijuana. Open your mouth. You smell like you've been drinking too." She opened her mouth and Paul leaned in. She grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him but he immediately pulled back.
"That's not fair! How come Em gets a kiss and I don't. That bites."
"Who does Em get a kiss by?" Paul spoke loudly so she could hear him. He looked at her eyes and they were glassy.
"Some guy. Leave me alone I want to go to bed." She lay down in the middle of the floor.
"I'll find who did this to her, even if it's the last thing I do…"