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Foreign Affairs

Novel By: Think Pink
Romance



Laila, Sterling, Alistair, Piper, and Luanne are all back in this third and final book in my Harper’s Education series. I swear to all of you that Laila and Sterling will not break up in this one! :) And, wait for it, no one tries to come between them either. Shocking, I know. I don’t want to give too much away because you are all too good at guessing but there are new roommates, annoying host families, and cute boys with British accents. Enough said.

Please enjoy Foreign Affairs.

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Submitted:Dec 6, 2010    Reads: 1,229    Comments: 38    Likes: 8   


A/N: So I've been getting some requests for more Laila and Sterling action. Hope this chapter is enough for you, at least for a while :) Much Love, Pink

"Sterling?" Laila opened the door to his apartment and let herself in. "Sterling?"

"Laila?" She heard his sleepy voice from his bedroom.

"Hey," she said, shedding her jacket and her boots before wandering into his bedroom.

He met her just outside the door, wearing only his blue striped pajama pants. They reminded Laila of hospital scrubs which made her think about how sexy he was going to look coming home from work after he graduated from Med School.

"It's still so early," her boyfriend said, rubbing his eyes.

"I got the 5:30 flight out of Barcelona," she said, wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her face against his chest.

She heard Sterling moan and realized her face must be freezing. But she didn't have time to pull away. He held her close and stroked her hair. She could feel his cast on the small of her back. "You feel nice," he said, his voice still sleepy.

"Did you want to go back to sleep?"

"Only if you come to bed with me."

"I'd love to," Laila smiled and dropped her arms from around him. Sterling looked down at her, his eyes barely open and Laila had to smile, realizing he was still probably on a few pain meds.

Her boyfriend nodded his head toward the bedroom and Laila stepped around him, pulling her sweater over her head as she walked into the room. A familiar bed did sound nice at the moment and she could feel herself getting drowsy as well.

"So what happened in Barcelona? You sounded so upset on the phone yesterday," Sterling said, sitting on his bed and watching his gorgeous fiancée undress.

Laila laughed as she started to pull down her leggings. "It was just this couple that I met. Danielle and Phil. They were horrible and I ended up going out to dinner with them and they caused such a scene and you weren't there and I just had a horrible time."

Sterling smiled at her as she stood in his bedroom in only her underwear and flimsy t-shirt. "What was wrong with them?"

Laila shook her head and climbed onto the bed. "Everything. You know those couples that fight all the time over stupid things and push each other's buttons just the hell of it?"

Sterling nodded.

"That was them. Only they were the worst. And they seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that they were making everyone around them uncomfortable. I don't know how they survived each other for as long as they did. They were high school sweethearts, you know?"

"Really?" Sterling raised his eyebrows, wishing he had been there because he knew Laila would take this couple's annoying and seemingly rude behavior as a sign they should wait to get married.

"I just want to forget about it, really," Laila smiled at him, moving so she could sit on his lap. "How are you feeling?"

"Kind of out of it, to be honest," Sterling said, grinning at her.

Laila grinned back because she could already tell that. "How out of it are you?" She asked him, kissing his neck and collar bone.

"Not completely incoherent," he decided, closing his eyes and reaching for Laila's face with his hands.

"Ouch!" He heard her cry and instantly opened his eyes. "My hair! It's stuck in the plaster!" She started laughing and Sterling frowned as he started to pull his wounded wrist back.

"No! Don't pull it away," Laila laughed again. "Let me untangle myself first."

The frown stayed on Sterling's face as he watched Laila carefully untangle her long blonde hair from his cast. She was done in no time and smiled as she looked back up at him.

"Sorry," he said quietly and then leaned in to kiss her, resting his hand on her thigh instead. But he couldn't feel her smooth skin. He couldn't feel the goose bumps he knew would be there if he hadn't had this stupid cast on. No matter, he still had the use of one hand. He reached behind Laila's back and pulled her as close as she would go. His hand stroked her back as they kissed over and over again, Laila's small breasts lightly brushing against his chest. Groaning again as he forgot himself, Sterling brought his wounded hand from his leg up to her ribs, wanting to squeeze her sides before flipping her on her back and making love to her.

But Laila winced and reached for his hand, gently guiding it back down to her leg. Sterling sat back, frustrated and looked away from his girlfriend.

"Hey," he heard her soft voice. "What's wrong?"

He took a deep breath, his head still a little fuzzy from the drugs the doctor had given him. "I just hate that I can't touch you like I used to. I hate that I can't even feel you right now."

"Hmmmm," Laila pondered what he had said and then carefully reached for his hand, holding the plaster lightly in hers as she brought it up to her face. "Can you feel this?" She asked, running only the tips of his fingers lightly along her cheek.

"Yes," Sterling said with a lusty smile.

Laila kissed the tip of one finger, her tongue lightly tasting his skin. "Can you feel that?"

"Definitely."

"Not so bad, then?" Laila asked him, her eyes wide and expecting.

"I'll survive," he conceded and smiled as she leaned in to kiss him. He felt Laila shift on his lap so she could straddle his legs and he sighed, partly out of relief, partly because she felt so good. Before long, and without too much trouble, all of their clothes were on the floor and Laila was moving above him in a slow but steady motion.

Sterling smiled as he watched her face. She looked beautiful, slightly vulnerable, and very erotic. He reached for her hips and tried to guide her movements, but he didn't want his cast to hurt her again and with only the use of one hand, he knew he wouldn't be much help. He knew he would have to be patient and couldn't deny that Laila was putting on quite the show for him.

He smiled as he felt her clench around him, her mouth opening slightly, and her back arching. So without warning, he reached around her waist and flipped her onto her back, laughing as she squealed. His one good hand supported his weight above her as his other arm hooked her leg close to his hip. His bed was lightly pounding against the wall and Laila was releasing small cries as they made love.

A few hours later and they still hadn't left the bed. Between making love, napping, and making love again, they were both exhausted. Sterling could have stayed in bed with Laila all day, but his wrist was starting to hurt again and he knew they would eventually need to venture out, at least into the rest of his apartment.

"We should get up," Laila said, smiling down at her boyfriend, clearly thinking the same thing he was.

"That might be a possibility for you," Sterling grinned at her with tired eyes. "But you have completely worn me out. You shouldn't take advantage of a guy with a broken wrist, Laila. You know he can't defend himself."

Laila blushed and bent down to kiss him. "You can't play the invalid card after sex!" She told him, kissing his neck. "You have to save it for something you really need."

Sterling's hand lifted from the mattress and caressed his girlfriend's naked back as she kissed him. "Since you mentioned it, I am hungry. I couldn't possibly cook anything with only one hand."

Laila laughed and kissed his mouth once more. She still loved his kisses. They were always so telling of how he was feeling, of what he wanted. Right now, they were sweet and loving, a little tired but still amazing. She pulled away and stared down into his eyes, the contrasting colors still visible in the dim light of his bedroom.

"What do you want, then?"

"Hmmmm," Sterling mused, closing his eyes and running his one good hand up and down Laila's thigh as she still straddled his waist. "A sandwich."

Laila laughed and slid off of him, hearing him groan as she did so. "Surprise, surprise."

"You're the best!" Sterling said, his eyes barely opening so he could watch her pull on her panties and one of his shirts.

"Only because I love you," she told him, smiling brilliantly at him, the glow of sex still on her skin. "Can I check my messages from your phone?" .

"Of course," Sterling said.

Laila smiled, enjoying this short time she had to take care of her boyfriend. It was usually the other way around and she never minded. But today, and for the rest of the weekend, Sterling was going to at least pretend that he needed her to cook his food and help him change his clothes.

She wandered out in the living room and found his phone connected to his charger. She flipped it open and saw that he had missed four calls from Alistair.

"Your brother called," she told him.

"When?" A sleepy voice came from the bedroom.

"Yesterday around 11 and three times this morning."

"I'll call him back later. After my sandwich."

Laila laughed to herself and dialed her number, punching in her pass-code as she reached her voicemail.

She listened to the messages from Sterling and smiled, remembering how just ten hours ago she had been so miserable without him.

"Laila!" Tamlyn's voice surprised her. "Did Alistair propose to Piper? Why didn't anyone tell me? Call me the second you get this!"

Laila had to listen to the message again. Why would she think that Alistair had proposed? She checked to see if she had any other messages but there were none and she closed the phone, completely confused.

"Sterling? Will you please check your messages from Alistair?"

"Why?"

"Tamlyn seems to think that Alistair proposed to Piper last night," she told him as she walked his phone into his bedroom.

Sterling let out a short laugh. "I think I would know if Alistair was going to propose," he said, sitting up in bed and reaching for the phone.

Laila didn't answer as it clearly hadn't occurred to him that they had been hiding their engagement from everyone for a number of months now.

Sterling listened to the first message. "Hey, little brother." He could hear the excitement in Alistair's voice. "Call me when you get this, okay?" That one had come in last night, sometime after Sterling had taken his pain medication and passed out on the couch.

The next one sounded just as excited and had arrived after one of his calls this morning. "Bro! Call me! I'm in Paris so you need to call me."

Sterling gave Laila a look which she clearly couldn't decipher. "Well?" She asked.

"I don't know. He only left two messages asking me to call him."

"Are you going to call him back now?"

Sterling nodded. "What did Tamlyn say?"

"She just asked if I knew he had proposed and why no one had told her."

He gave her another look, a skeptical one this time and dialed his brother's number. It only rang once before Alistair answered.

"Sterling! You'll never believe what happened last night."

"What?" Sterling asked, rather scared for the answer.

"I asked Piper to marry me and she said yes."

Laila was clearly about to jump out of her skin, she was so eager to hear what Sterling's twin had to say. Her boyfriend nodded at her slowly and Laila's eyes grew wide with shock. She started shaking her head, wondering why Piper hadn't called her with the news.

"That's great, Alistair. I'm really excited for you."

"I know! Can you believe it?" Sterling could see the look on Alistair's face. He could hear the genuine excitement in his voice.

"I really can't. When did you decide…"

"I bought the ring last week and flew over on Friday."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sterling asked, slightly hurt that his brother hadn't confided in him. This was, after all, a really important decision.

"Can't a guy have secrets?" His brother laughed. "Plus, I didn't want you to know until after she agreed, just in case she said no."

Sterling tried to laugh. "Well, I'm really happy for you."

"Thanks, little brother. And you know you have to be my best man."

"Right. Of course, of course I will be," Sterling answered, slightly flustered and entirely confused.

"Okay, well I have to go because Piper's waiting for me. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye, Al."

The line went dead and Sterling closed his phone, setting it on the bed and turning to look at his girlfriend.

"Well?" She asked.

"I'm the best man."

Laila couldn't decide if she wanted to smile or cry. "Why…" she started but couldn't quite comprehend what was happening. "Why wouldn't Piper call me?"

"Maybe she knows you left your phone in Paris," Sterling said, standing up and reaching for his boxers. He pulled them on along with some track pants and pushed past her and into the living room.

"Well, what did Alistair say?"

"Nothing," Sterling answered, walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge. He'd make his own sandwich if Laila wasn't going to do it.

"He said something," she insisted.

"No, Laila. All he said was that he bought the ring last weekend and he flew over on Friday."

Laila stared at her boyfriend. He was clearly upset and she had a good idea why. "Do you want to talk about this?"

"No."

Laila stared at him and he finally looked up, knowing she didn't believe him.

"No!" He repeated. "I don't want to talk about the fact that my brother is getting married. I don't want to talk about the fact that he proposed to his girlfriend on a whim, she said yes, and they are now letting the world know that they are getting married."

Laila took a deep breath as she watched him slam some sliced turkey onto the bread. "You can't compare their relationship to ours."

"Why not? They're in love, we are in love. I don't understand why it's an easy decision for Piper to make but you are holding me in suspense."

"Sterling, I already told you. I'm going to marry you. There is no doubt in my mind that we are going to get married. I just want to wait." She was getting tired of this argument.

Sterling just shook his head.

"Just until graduation," Laila reminded him. "And you don't know that this was an easy decision for Piper to make. There are a lot of things that they have to consider right now."

"Yet she's still able to make her decision," Sterling said with an unnecessary amount of venom in his voice.

"Hey," Laila said, walking so she could stand beside him. "I have made my decision. My decision is to be with you, the man I love, and to wait until we are ready for marriage, not to rush into anything because you are getting bored or anxious or whatever it is you are feeling to make you pressure me into this all the time."

"I am not bored or anxious!" Sterling said, throwing his sandwich on a plate. "I'm impatient!"

"Well you better learn some patience because if you keep acting like this, I'll push the wedding back until after med school!" Laila warned him, glaring at him as he walked past her and into the living room.

"Fine," Sterling said, slumping down onto the sofa. "What's another four years of waiting?"

He took a bite of his sandwich and hung his head. Laila took a deep breath and went to sit down beside him. She knew they were both just throwing empty threats around the room.

"Look," she said, resting a small hand on his broad shoulder. "I know that you are impatient and that you're reasons for wanting to marry me are actually quite reasonable, if not a little fanciful."

Sterling glanced at her and cracked a small smile.

"I just…I really appreciate you understanding why I want to wait."

Sterling nodded. "Remind me, once more, of why that is?"

Laila smiled. "Because," she started to say but then completely forgot her list of reasons. Looking at Sterling, the amount of love he felt for her even after such a heated and irrational conversation, it tugged at her heart and she had to remind herself to speak. "Because I want all of our friends and family to be there. I want it to be a big deal. I want people to talk about it years after it happened and remember what a great time it was."

Sterling nodded again and smiled at her. He could tell that she had hesitated. He could tell she was holding something back. "I'm sorry for how I spoke to you just now," he told her, knowing he owed her an apology. "I guess I'm just a little jealous and still in shock about it all."

"I know," Laila told him. "I'm sorry too. I won't make you wait until after med school."

Sterling laughed. "Better not."

"But really," Laila sat back on the couch and tucked her legs under her. "I think we would be just fine if we decided to be one of those couples who never got married. You know, who just stayed together forever in unwedded bliss." Images of Danielle and Phil popped into her head and even though she knew she and Sterling would never be like them, the thought still scared her.

"Nice try, Laila," her boyfriend said, his mouth full of food.

She smiled at him and then looked down at her ring. She twirled it around her finger and then held her hand out, imagining what it would look like with a wedding band next to it. It would look quite nice, she decided and felt her smile growing larger. From the corner of her eye, she saw Sterling staring at her and she quickly put her hand back in her lap, blushing as she looked at him from under her eyelashes. But her boyfriend didn't say a word, just winked at her as if he knew something she didn't, and continued eating. Laila looked away and thought of the white dress that was hanging in her closet back in Paris and realized she had a sudden urge to try it on. No. It could wait 18 months. It would still look amazing in 18 months.





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