My Secret to Being an Actor Casanova

Episode 24

Anita suddenly called me and told me her father, Rob Van Walton, was dead. I was silent for a moment, unable to believe what I had just heard.

"I'm so sorry to hear that, Anita. Are you all right?" ask me with a vibrating voice.

"I don't know, it looks like I'm feeling empty and down. I need someone to talk to" Anita replied in a broken heart.

I looked at Luna with an anxious look, wanting to tell her about what had just happened. But, I also felt responsible for comforting Anita in such a difficult moment like this.

"Sorry, Luna. I need to talk to Anita now. Can you understand it?" ask me in a soft voice.

Luna nodded understandingly and gave me a loving smile before I left.

"Go away. I understand your status is still tied to Anita's fiancee."

Then, I immediately went to Anita's house to meet and support her. When I arrived, Anita was already waiting at the door with a sad look on her face.

"I really thank you for coming, Prince," Anita said as she tried to hold back her tears.

"I'm here for you, Anita. I will always be there for you" I replied as I held her in my arms.

We sat on the sofa, while Anita told us about her life with her father. He told me how close they were and how hard it felt to lose someone so important in his life.

I listened attentively, trying to give him the support and comfort he needed in moments like this. I comforted Anita with gentle words, giving comforting words so that she would not feel alone in the process of facing her grief.

After some time of talking, Anita finally started to calm down a bit. He knew that his father would never really leave his heart, and he had people who cared about him to go through difficult times like this.

"I'm so grateful, Prince. You are always there for me" Anita said in a soft voice.

"I'll always be there for you, Anita. We're going through this together" I replied sincerely.

We spent a few hours together, strengthening each other and taking care of each other. When I left Anita's house, I knew that her healing journey would take time, but I promised that I would always support her in every step of the way.

I contacted Luna after that and explained what happened. Luna immediately understood and gave me support in prioritizing Anita in these difficult times.

”Tonight, stay here and tomorrow accompany me to my father's funeral" Anita said.

"Of course, Anita. I would love to stay here with you and I will accompany you in attending your father's funeral tomorrow" I replied attentively.

Tomorrow morning, I met Anita in front of her house and we headed to the funeral together. I could see that Anita felt a mix of sad and lossy emotions, but I tried hard to give her the support she needed.

After a while, we arrived at the funeral. There were many people present to pay their last respects to Anita's father. Anita held my hand tightly, and I made her know that I was there for her.

During the funeral, I continued to pay attention to Anita and provide physical and emotional assistance. I gave her an arm to lean on, and I made sure she didn't feel alone during the process.

After the funeral was over, we went back to Anita's house. I know that loss is new to Anita and she will need time to grieve. I promise to always support her and offer her shoulder when she wants to cry or tell her about her father.

I called Luna and said I would stay for a week at Anita's house. I said if she needed anything, she could call me.

"If you're hungry, you can order by my name" I said to Luna, who lives in my house.

Luna smiled and thanked me. She said that she would take care of her own food, but she appreciated my offer. I looked at him with sympathy and hoped he would be fine.

During that week, I will try to provide support and comfort to Anita. We could talk about everything, from the fond memories with his father to the feelings of loneliness and loss he felt. I tried to listen with empathy and reminded her that she was not alone at every step of the way.

However, at night, Anita drank alcohol so she was drunk heavily. Then, Anita started acting strange by forcibly pulling me into her room.

"Prince, tonight you have to comfort me" Anita said, hugging me.

I was confused and didn't know what to do. I was uncomfortable with this situation, especially since Anita was in a state of heavy drunkenness. I try to stay calm and think clearly.

"I understand if you feel sad and lonely, Anita," I said gently. "But comforting you in these conditions is not the right thing. We both should just calm down and rest."

I tried to break away from Anita's embrace gently. However, Anita held onto my body more and more and did not let me go.

"Prince, please don't leave me," Anita said in a voice full of weakness.

I feel burdened with this responsibility. I want to help Anita, but I also don't want to step to the inappropriate limits like what happened before. I don't want to be someone who uses it drunk like this.

However, I finally couldn't help myself and started lifting Anita's body onto the bed.

I started by kissing her neck and feeling the warmth of her soft skin. My heart was racing as I felt a reciprocal kiss on my cheek. Gently, I touched her lips with mine, creating the intimacy I so longed for.

My hands began to explore her body, feeling every curve and softness of her skin. I grabbed her hip and grasped it tightly, deepening our kiss. Anita responded with an even more voluptuous reply, her little hands moving into my hair, giving an incredible kiss.

We forget each other, immersed in passionate desire and passion. I kissed her lips again, more passionate and full of desire. Anita's body responds with a small vibration and her voice asks for more.

I let go of my breath, not wanting to rush. I shifted slowly to her neck, smelling every inch of her skin gently and full of tenderness. I know that right now, I can give him unparalleled comfort and kindness.

But a moment later, I stopped. I began to be able to control the strong impulse that always made me get out of control.

I covered Anita with a blanket, and sat down next to her. I kissed her forehead gently, promising inwardly to take care of myself and keep the boundaries that should be there. I know that we should treat each other with respect and understand that there is a great power in our choices to respect those boundaries.

Despite the passionate but momentary passion, in my heart, I have hope and confidence that true love will find its way.

"Are you sure you're not going to continue?" night's voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

"Nigh? Don't tell me you're still in me?" I said surprised.

Seriate.