Alpha Dom and His Human Surrogate by Caroline Above Story

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…

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

so, so much – and I’m so happy she has what she wants in her life. But sometimes she’s just so….perfect.

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 a*sortment of messages. I sigh and click open my

did the baptism

You okay?

2

send me a text when you get up – I know you were up all night but I’m worried that

haven’t heard from you.

click through the rest of

a peep. As I take a deep breath

a little pathetic,

your apartment door…

a little bit when I see that. Hank. He’s being so

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

out of my bed and dash

it, I yank

going wide, accidentally dropping the large bag of Chinese on the little mail table I keep outside my door.

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

his rare, warm smile. “I get it – you had a busy

leaning against my door

lips turning up a bit at

containers with the supplied chopsticks, Hank tells me all about his day. He held down the fort at the little free clinic we both

he tells me his story, my eyes

stomach as I watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want

blink and focus on him. “Did you hear

myself and forcing myself to listen to his words. Then, I grimace a little. I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost

it a bit before sitting back. “I was just

a morsel.

”

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255