Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate

Chapter 311

Chapter 311 – Cora at Home

Cora

When I wake up it’s almost eight at night and I groan, realizing that my sleep schedule is

completely wrecked. I’m reminded, suddenly, of my years as a medical resident when this sort of thing was normal – sleeping all day, taking night shifts, living moment to moment rather than a steady, scheduled life.

And quite frankly, right now? That sounds really wonderful, compared against a whole night of empty hours in which I have nothing to do but… think.

Think about what I’m doing in my life, think about my career which has gone in a really weird direction, think about my relationship…s.

About a certain kiss in the woods.

About a sweet doctor who, apparently, wants to build a life with me.

I sigh and sit up, looking around at my sterile little apartment. I never really decorated, I realize as

I look around at the grey and beige furniture, the simple linens, the charmless curtains. Everything is functional and high quality but none of it is… me?

Or is it?

I frown at my space, thinking of Ella’s sweet home that – even though Sinclair picked out most of the furniture before she moved in – still sings Ella Ella Ella in every corner. It’s warm and sweet

and comfortable. What does my space say about me?

I mean, I’m an orphan – I never had any possessions or any control over the environments in

which I lived, so where would I have learned to decorate? I never had a mother to show me how

So where did Ella…

my eyes at myself, sick, again, of being jealous of my

But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me realize how unhappy I am, when I stand

disquieting- thoughts. But when I pick it up the first thing I see is one of those relationships I’m trying to avoid leaving me an assortment of messages. I sigh and

how did the

You okay?

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when you get up – I know you were up all night

heard from you.

I swipe the messages away and click through the rest of my phone, trying,

As I take a deep breath and check my email, another message

Hey, are you home? I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside. Can you let me in? I

your apartment door…

I see that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well,

he doesn’t even want – despite what might have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change

Quickly, I jump out of my

to it, I yank

little, his eyes going wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little

him, “I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s – I’m very sorry. I should have texted

his rare, warm smile. “I get it –

want to come in?” I ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards my little apartment. “I am…well, I am starving,

says, his lips turning up a bit at the corner. “That sounds great,

the supplied chopsticks, Hank tells me all about his day. He held down the fort at the

closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious

that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the couch

he asks, making me blink and focus on

Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him

and reaching out to grab my hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if

and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be

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