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…

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

I’m so happy she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me

these 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 click open

Hey, Cora – how did the baptism go? Dinner later?

You okay?

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I know you were up all night but I’m worried that I

heard from

and click through the

As I take a deep breath and

you home? I’m… I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m

your apartment door…

twinges a little bit when I see that. Hank. He’s being so sweet and I’m…well, I’m not

us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man standing outside my door

jump out of my bed and dash

get to it, I yank

of Chinese on the little mail table I keep

“I just woke up – we were

his rare, warm smile.

I ask, leaning against my door frame and gesturing towards my little apartment. “I am…well,

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

coffee table, eating right out of the containers with the supplied chopsticks, Hank tells me all about his day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both work at, seeing both prospective mothers as well as general ailments

cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick

feel something twist in my stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the

blink and focus on him. “Did you hear me?”

I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost in my thoughts a little bit. Forgive me.

before sitting back. “I was

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

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