Power and Passion: A Collection of Short Stories

By Isabelle Calfapietra

Power, passion and lots of sex is all you will find in this book.

Loving someone who doesn’t love you back is gut-wrenching. Cheating on someone that you love with someone else isn’t really love. Or falling ill and having to watch your partner struggle is truly upsetting.

Relationships are real. Love is real and feelings are real. A lot of things happen in our life and being able to connect and relate to a story is fulfilling in multiple ways.

My stories show the ins and outs of relationships. The good things and the bad. The tragic and the emotion. It is all part of life and it is real, fresh and raw.

At times there may be things you might do because it’s in the moment or you just want to experience it because everyone else is doing it. Well, that’s not always the case. Power and Passion is erotic, raunchy and has lots of hot sex, but each story is a learning curve. It shows you that things may not always go to plan or work out the way you want, but staying strong and not giving up is the only way it will pass.

Sometimes you don’t really know who someone is until their true colours show. And sometimes, even the ones who love us, hurt us the most. You just have to figure out who is worth fighting for.

Forgive, but sure as hell never forget.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Nov 11, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796006896

Isabelle Calfapietra

Isabelle Calfapietra is an Australian writer born in 1995. Her favourite genres to write are romance and erotic fiction. She has completed a Cert IV and Diploma in Professional Writing and Editing Bachelor of Arts Degree. In her spare time she loves to spend time with family and watch local wrestling with her fiancé. Isabelle has three short stories published in the Wild Goose Literary e-journal Self-published books • Playful Love (a collection of plays) • Ms Izzy. My expert advice on relationships • The Last Goodbye

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Copyright © 2019 by Isabelle Calfapietra.

Library of Congress Control Number:    2019915126

ISBN:                  Hardcover                        978-1-7960-0691-9

                            Softcover                           978-1-7960-0690-2

                            eBook                                978-1-7960-0689-6

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Rev. date: 10/03/2019

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Sleep well ..my angel

Secrets and Lies

Luscious

His touch

Playful

Love Gone Wrong

Sensual Encounters

The filthy redhead

The bad boy

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Acknowledgements

T HIS BOOK WOULDN’T have been possible if it weren’t for the immense support I received from many people:

The Xlibris publishing team, for editing and marketing my work. The time and effort you have spent on me is truly amazing. Thank you for seeing my potential and giving me a chance to get my work out there.

My family, for all their support and encouragement throughout my life. You are the best.

My biggest fan and my fiancé, Philip, for always supporting me, not just with my writing but with everything else. You have been so amazing and I wouldn’t be where I am today if it weren’t for you pushing me and telling me to never give up. Thank you.

And to anyone who said I wouldn’t make it, look at me now. Thanks for making me stronger, smarter and more determined.

I write for the same reason I breathe—because if I didn’t, I would die.

– Isaac Asimov

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Sleep well ..my angel

G OSH, SHE’S SO angelic and peaceful. Her beautiful long hair that’s caressing my chest and her amazing figure that I can’t get enough of, make me realise just how lucky I am to have my wife, Sienna. I lay here, hearing her breathe softly, my arms wrapped around her tightly and I am kissing her forehead and cheek to let her know how much I adore her and never want to leave her. The sounds of birds chirping make the moment relaxing, soothing, and breathtakingly real. I can just watch her for hours and never get tired of her. I can’t wait for the day we have children and there are little Sienna’s running around.

Today is a special day for both of us, but mostly for her. It is our second-year wedding anniversary, and I want to make this one as special and magical as last year. She deserves to be treated like a queen, especially after all she has done for me. Recently losing my job as a construction worker was extremely difficult. I had been in the industry for ten years, and they simply got rid of me because of ‘budget cuts’. I was absolutely mortified and I didn’t know what to do; but Sienna, the love of my life, always supported me and encouraged me no matter what. That’s just one of the little things I love about her. She was there for me when I needed her most, especially when my Nonna passed away a few years ago. The traumatising event shocked me. I had always been close to my Nonna. She always pushed me to follow my dreams and do what I love best. Everyone else in my family was so judgemental. I would always come to her for advice and cooking tips, since she was the best at that. She was even the one I turned to when I wanted to propose to Sienna. Nonna Allegra loved Sienna so much, that she saw her like a daughter. She would invite her over for dinner and show her really embarrassing and chubby photos of me from my childhood, to which I might add, I look a lot more handsome now than I did back then. She would take her out shopping for hours on end. Sometimes when me and Sienna were alone, I couldn’t get the chance to spend precious time with her because Nonna would always take her away from me. That’s what I loved about her, though. She made Sienna feel welcomed. My mother and father never seemed to like to Sienna. According to them she was ‘too nice’, ‘way out of my league’ (which is partly true I guess, but she stuck with me so that says something), and I quote ‘a wealthy, rich daddy’s girl who gets what she wants’. That is totally absurd and a wrongly defined definition of her. I think she is perfect in every way, shape, and form; and as long as Nonna was able to see that, then no other opinion mattered to me.

I turned my head to the right to look at the time. The clock showed 10 a.m. on a Saturday morning; I know that if I don’t get up now, then I never will. But for a brief moment, I stay a little longer in bed, thinking how I am going to plan out this romantic day. I shall start off with a delicious breakfast, leaving it on her bedside while I leave to get even more organised. The smell of coffee and bacon will wake her up. A card I had written up a few days ago, stating how much I cherish her and need her, will be next to her breakfast, so when she reads it, that cheerfully, cute smile that I adore so much, will plaster across her face and make her day extra better. I moved Sienna to the other side of bed gently, making sure I don’t wake up my princess, as I softly kissed her on the cheek. I whispered to her: ‘I love you sweetheart, happy anniversary, my angel. If you don’t see me in bed, don’t worry.’ I get up, wearing only my black Tommy Hilfiger jocks. I quickly took a shower and got changed and was out the door in the no time.

…

Listening to our song ‘All of me’ by John Legend, I couldn’t help but think back to all of our memories together. The first time we met, which I must add, was a little weird, albeit wonderful. It was at a cute cafe near my house, every morning after I’d go for my routine run, I would pop past this place and grab a coffee and a sweet. I was waiting behind a woman who wore these tight leggings that showed off her curves and big arse. I wasn’t meant to perve, but I couldn’t help myself. I didn’t say anything to her though—I was scared whether or not she’d have a boyfriend or she simply wasn’t into me like that. Once she ordered, she moved to the side, as that’s how the usual system works. When it was my turn to order, I thought I had the right amount of money until I found out I was two dollars short and didn’t realise the prices went up overnight. Damn café. I’ve never been more embarrassed in my life. The, let’s call her ‘arse lady’, went up and gave a two-dollar coin to the cashier named Julianne, which I don’t think was her real name because last time she wore a Tiffany name tag. Anyway, I thanked arse lady, who later told me her name was Sienna, and we began chatting whilst waiting for our order. Shortly after the bag of sweet and the hot coffee were placed in my hand, I followed Sienna out to her car.

‘Thanks again for doing that by the way. That was really embarrassing.’

‘You’re welcome, and it was nothing, really. What is two dollars these days.’

‘Well, let me at least make it up to you by taking you out to a movie tonight.’

‘You, sir—’

‘Giovanni. Giovanni Angelotti, but people call me G.’

‘Well, G, you don’t waste time, do you? Sure, a movie sounds great, but just remember this isn’t a date. It is just two strangers hanging out, getting to know each other. Agreed?’

‘Agreed.’

She gave me her phone number.

‘I’ll call you.’

The sound of her voice was so memorable. It was cute and very innocent. It truly showed her shy personality and charismatic aura. I’m one of those guys who when I say I’ll call, I’ll call. I’m not a dipshit who leads a girl on, then doesn’t call her. It is a dick move and I don’t know why guys even do that. I pick her up from her place as discussed earlier in the phone call. She definitely isn’t shy, that’s for sure. Wearing jeans and a simple black singlet-top, she’s more beautiful than with what she wore in the café. She can wear anything and she’ll make it look good. Being the gentleman that I am, I let her pick the movie and the snacks. As long as I was with her, that’s all that mattered.

At the end of the night, I drove her home, walked her to the front door, with my jacket wrapped around her of course, and stood there telling her what a great night I had. I hinted to her how much I wanted to kiss those plump lips, by nibbling on my own and staring at hers. Then moments later, we leaned in and my lips were pressed against hers. I moved her closer into my arms and pressed harder, my hands starting at her lower back and moving up to her luscious hair and her hands entwined around the back of my neck, making my heart beat a million miles an hour. Since that amazing night, we had been texting non-stop and calling each other, arranging plans to meet up, and sharing ‘things-we-think-one-another-likes’ on social media. Several months later, and being hopelessly devoted, I asked her to be my wife, and hoping she’ll say yes, like every guy imagines (otherwise I would have had a spare $2500 ring that would be useless), she jumped for joy, cried happily, and said yes. Here we are today, stronger than ever. Happy and in love.

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After twenty minutes, which felt like an hour I must admit, I arrived at a vast array of shops, one being a florist. I ordered a big bunch of her favourite flowers—white and pink tulips—and got them wrapped in fancy paper with a bow attached to it. Everything has to be perfect, needs to be perfect. I then went next door to this supermarket and bought her favourite chocolates also, Lindor. Then the last thing I purchased might not necessarily sound romantic, but once she figures out what it’s for, she’ll love me for it. It was an empty glass jar, which I planned on giving her tonight, which would contain the hundred things I like about her. I knew it was probably impossible to think of a hundred things, but Sienna was special, unique, and had so many qualities about her that one hundred is going to sound so easy to reach. I’m all for the little things, and she likes the simple, corny things. With my hands full, I struggled but managed to open my car. I hopped in and placed the items on the passenger seat. I checked my phone and saw a message.

Hello handsome, Happy Anniversary. I miss you so much. Thanks for the yummy breakfast and the amazing card. You made me smile.