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…

at myself, sick, again, of being jealous

she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect. That it makes me realize how unhappy I am, when I stand

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

Hey, Cora – how did the

You

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Hey, send me a text when you get up – I know you were up

from

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

let it bother me that there’s nothing at all from Roger. Not a peep. As I take

I mean, this is a little pathetic, but I’m outside.

your apartment door…

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

despite what might have passed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man standing outside my door with mooshoo pork, dying to

of my bed and dash for the front

I get to it, I

eyes going wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese

too bright, too cheerful. “I’m so sorry,” I continue, smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up all

smile.

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,

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 from

cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking

I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the

asks, making me blink and focus

little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost in my thoughts a little bit. Forgive me. Can you start again?”

bit before sitting back. “I was just curious if you think Ella would

she’d be dying to be more involved in the clinic,” I respond instantly, looking down at my chicken with broccoli and picking up a morsel. “But she doesn’t have any medical experience. Would she really be helpful there? I think that

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