I'm not trying to condone what I did, but I just want you to know that I'm different now. God, I was so young and arrogant. I thought that every girl ...ould want to get with me. I know that my apology isn't worth much now, but for what it is worth, I've felt guilty for it every day since."Miley found that hard to believe. "Why now? Why did it take you four years to come say something to me?" She tried hard to keep her voice calm, not wanting him to know how much this conversation was affecting. I want you to go straight to bed. No playing with yourself. Is that understood?" Yes Miss Gabriel," I whispered meekly.I felt like a child. A twenty five year old woman being sent to bed... and in my heart I knew I would abide by what she said.I arose from the floor, my legs ached from kneeling and sitting on the floor so long, my body craving for sexual release like I never felt in my life. Obeying her turned me on even more.We both slept until noon. We packed quietly, making small talk... not. Eoin shook himself, suddenly frowning, and had Ambrose run through the security details one more time before we all trooped out to the waiting Rolls Royce limousine. The drive from the Chelsea townhouse to The Gracewood Lords was a quick one. It was late, almost nine-thirty at night and the sun had set not too long ago, the horizon still glowing a little from the sleeping star. Eoin, Ambrose, Paul, and I rode in the limo and the other six security men who would go in with us were split between. On the very first round, she and three others had to loose an article of clothing. Gina, threw her tank top onto the bed, but still looked ultimately confident as if it were just a fluke. We all sat around continuing to drink for at least ten minutes before they even began the next round. To everyone’s surprise Gina legitimately won the next two rounds leaving three of the guys sitting in just their underwear. Again though, it appeared as if they were letting her win to keep her in the game..