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…

rolling my eyes at myself, sick, again, of

I’m so happy 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

when I pick it up the first thing I see is one of those relationships I’m trying to avoid leaving me an

how did

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

haven’t heard from you.

away and click through

Roger. Not a peep. As I take a

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

your apartment door…

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

space for Roger, one he doesn’t even want – despite what might have pa*sed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man standing outside my door with

jump out of my

I get to it, I yank it

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

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

Hank says, giving me his rare, warm smile. “I get

against my door frame

a bit at the corner. “That sounds

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

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

watch him, something that makes me…well, makes- me want to jump across the couch and kiss

blink and

I’m sorry, Hank,” I say, giving him an apologetic look. “I got….lost in my thoughts a little

hand, squeezing it a bit before sitting back. “I was just curious

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

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