My Father Stole The Key

XI

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Celia's POV
As I reached my room, I slammed the door behind me; leaning against it and breathing heavily. I ran the tips of my fingers across my lips remembering even the most diminutive detail of my time with Shaii. A shocked expression was settled upon my face until surprisingly, a smile began to emerge.

The image of his piercing blue eyes and chiseled features struck me once again, morphing into an image where his eyes had darkened with lust  as his lips assaulted mine.
I began longing for him and the way each spot his lips brushed against made my skin tingle as if an electrical current had rushed over it;connecting with the other spots until I was a shivering mess. How my cheeks burned the colour of lush, rose red as he planted kisses all over my face!

His lips moved against mine in a way that made me feel hot and cold at the same time making me forget even my own name, everything except the feeling of his lips on mine. My eyes fluttered shut as the kiss deepened, and I was surrounded by the tantalising scent of his masculine cologne. His lips were smooth against my slightly chapped ones. My knees began to grow weak as he nibbled lightly on my bottom lip, sending what felt like electrical currents down my spine. I have never experienced something so sensual in my entire life.

I can't say a lot has changed though. He's still a dirty bastard who treats women like crap. His mother sure did a horrible job of raising him; I'll be sure to tell him next time. I wish he was as nice as his lips. It felt as if I was kissing another person; it couldn't have been Shaii! The butterflies were on a rampage in my stomach behaving as if he was the source of their happiness. I wish Cecilia were here so we could talk. Where is she by the way?

Interrupting my thoughts was the opening of the door and for a moment I felt extremely excited until I realised who it was.

"Dad," I sighed; slightly perturbed for his reason of coming to my room.

"Pack your stuff, you're leaving my house tomorrow!" He half shouted.

"What do you mean?" a confused expression settled upon my face.

"Was I not clear? You will no longer reside in this house!" He told me as if I was someone he took off the street and had grown tired of.

"Where do you expect me to go? This is the only home I've ever known!"

"Don't you have a fiancée now? Deal with it!"

"Are you serious?" I shot him a disbelieving look.

"Am I laughing?"

I stared intently upon his face trying to somehow read him but his cold orbs blocked my view. When did we reach this point? My father and I used to be so close and now he wants me to leave? I know I wouldn't live here forever but I never expected it to be this soon. A sob began forming in my throat as I realised that this was who my father is now. I forced the sob down; trying to mentally comfort myself. If he wants me to leave then I'll leave. I'll just stay in an hotel for a while until I finish constructing a house. At that moment I was so happy I wasn't solely dependent on my father; but also myself.

"Fine I'll leave," my voice void of the hurt that I was truly feeling.

"I know you are but if you think you're going to a hotel, think again. I had my lawyer file a case against you," he said as he held a document towards me.

With shaky hands I took the document afraid of what I was gonna see next. My mouth instantly resembled the shape of an 'o' once my eyes riveted and my mind analysed the contents of the document. I shot my father a hurt and disappointed look and at that point I didn't care; my walls began to crumble. How could he? How dare he?