Read Society Girls: Waverly for Free Online Page A

only one woman I want to see, but so far there’s no sign of her. I head inside to see if I can find her there.
    “Hey, Knox. Want to go upstairs and play?” a girl in a tiny blue bikini asks me, as she blocks my path.
    Not even my cock is on board with the idea of a guaranteed suck or lay, so it’s not hard to let her down. “Sorry, not today.”
    She pouts, and reaches out to touch me. I pull back, but not before she grazes my junk. I look up to see Waverly midway down the stairs. She’s frozen in place with her mouth in an “O.” I don’t know what she thinks she’s seeing, but whatever it is, it’s not good. I dodge around the chick who just felt me up, and run up the steps.
    “You look amazing.”
    It’s not a lie. Her bathing suit is black, and one piece. There’s a twisted strap thing holding the gathered top up under the weight of her glorious tits, and her muscular body is on display even while covered up. She’s hands down the hottest woman I’ve seen today.
    “My ego doesn’t need stroking, Knox. You can go back to your friend. I know you have these parties to hook up. I wouldn’t want to cramp your style.”
    “What if it’s you I want to hook up with?”
    “You haven’t tried to do more than kiss me all week.”
    I should tell her I’ve wanted to take it slow, to see if I could try and be a relationship guy again, but I don’t. Now isn’t the time, and I honestly don’t know if I’m ready to tell her yet. So, I just shrug and pretend to be the guy everyone thinks I am.
    “I love kissing you. You didn’t seem to mind.”
    “I didn’t…I don’t.”
    “Knox, you promised to swim with us.”
    Waverly’s eyes grow cold, and her mouth turns into a hard line. I don’t need to turn around to see the two girls in bikinis who’d cornered me earlier. I got away by promising to swim later, even though I meant never , but they didn’t pick up on that. Probably because I didn’t say it. Old habits die hard. Not as hard as the look I’m getting from the woman I want to be in the pool with. She thinks the worst of me without me doing anything wrong, and that hurts.
    Even though I know it’s petty, in this moment, I want to hurt her back. It’s not hard, and I don’t have to even think about it; I just give in to what I know. What I’m good for.
    “Be right there, ladies.”
    “I thought you were different than what you seemed,” Waverly says, swallowing hard.
    “I’m not. What you see is what you get.”
    “Now I know. Enjoy your party.”
    With that, she turns and walks back up the stairs. Her held is held high, and her shoulders are squared, but I see them tremble just a little. It takes every ounce of willpower I possess to not run after her. She deserves better, and until I can promise her that, I can’t be the guy she wants, or needs. I just proved I’m not there yet, but I won’t be the guy I was before. Even just a week with Waverly has shown me he’s not around here anymore.
    “Actually, ladies, I’m not up for going in the pool right now. I’m sure you can find one of the other guys to play with you.”
    “But we want you.”
    “Not gonna happen. Have a nice night.”
    I walk away, and head into my room. Once I’m in there, I check under the bed, in the closet, and in my bathroom, too. I lock the inside door as well as the ones leading to the patio from my bedroom, and my shower, and pull my curtains closed. I’ve learned not to take any chances. I can still hear the music and laughter, but it doesn’t call to me like it once might have. I sit on the chaise lounge, with no lights on, and nothing to keep me occupied except for my thoughts. Eventually, I drift off to sleep, dreams of a redheaded siren in a black bathing suit dancing through my head.

    W averly
    Tears are streaming down my cheeks when I make it into my room. I’m proud of myself for walking all the way here, and not giving in to my urge to run. I was humiliated enough already without adding