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…

groan, rolling my eyes at myself, sick,

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

thing I see is one of those

did the baptism go? Dinner

You okay?

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

haven’t heard from you.

I swipe the messages away and click through the rest of

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

mean, this is a little pathetic,

your apartment door…

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

doesn’t even want – despite what might have pa*sed between us last night, it doesn’t change anything. And there’s a man

I jump out of my bed and dash

get to it, I yank it

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

smiling at him, “I just woke up – we were up all night. It’s – I’m

Hank says, giving me his rare, warm smile.

against my door frame and gesturing towards my

lips turning up a bit at the corner.

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

with some tricky cases. I watch Hank closely as he tells me his story, my eyes flicking over his handsome, serious face – his thick brown hair – his strong, capable

that makes me…well, makes- me

making me blink and focus on him. “Did you hear

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

bit before sitting back. “I

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

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