Michaela’s POV.
Entering my suite, I begin to remove my shoes and pull the dress up over my head. I walk to the bed and give Samson a scratch behind his ears.
“Well, today has been … intense, right? Do you think I’m doing the right thing?” I ask him and he lifts his head and licks my hand and I chuckle at him.
“Yeah, I think I am too. Right baby, I’m going to shower quickly and head to bed.” I say to him as I walk to the bathroom and do what I told Samson. I remove my make-up in the shower and brush my teeth, throwing on clean underwear and an oversized t-shirt. I throw my hair into a braid and climb into bed.
Only for Samson to scratch at the door. I groan, climb out and walk to the door and open it and let Samson out. I walk to the elevator with him and we both head down. Not caring
