A deadly attraction burns in secret through the halls of the Belmont mansion. Julian wakes up in shame and hates himself for giving into temptation so easily. He demands both he and his master forget the whole ordeal wishing to pretend last night never happened-though it will be very...hard to. But, Victor feels at his wits end as it's now made clear to him that he is weak when resisting his cute and sweet little servant. Still, the self-made banker believes it would be best to simply find a way to remedy such a sensitive problem.
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"I'm pretty sure you didn't commit a crime so there's no need to apologize for anything and last night was mostly my fault the way I remember. I lost control of myself."
Julian finally lifted his head and met his master's cold but attentive eyes.
"I still should not have engaged or even entertain it at all."
The banker let out a light amusing chuckle.
"And why not, it's not like we're strangers anymore?"
Julian shook his head. "You are my master and I am your servant."
Victor then took the boy's chin holding it between his fingers.
"Everybody made of flesh and blood is weak to desire, Julian. That's nothing to be ashamed of, don't you see, it's as natural as the sun and the moon."
