His Toy (Book #1)

Sparks of Jealousy

"Wake up sleepy head." A male voice broke through the haze of my sleep.

I yawned and stretched out. Blinking my eyes open, the first thing that I saw was Mason. His hair was messy and he was shirtless.

I tore my eyes away from his toned torso and looked up to find his eyes trained on me.

"Ew! Don't look at me!" I yelled and threw my arms over my face.

I quickly turned around and buried my face in the bed.

Wait... bed?

I inhaled and realized I was in Mason's bed.

I heard him chuckle. And I felt a smile come on my lips.

Then his hands were on my hips suddenly. He picked me up and somehow threw me over his shoulder. I screamed and wrapped my arms around him for dear life, afraid of falling.

He laughed and loosened his grip on me, letting me slip forward a little before he grabbed onto me again.

Another scream escaped me, and he laughed even more.

"Mason, that's not funny." I said, trying to sound mad, but a started to laugh.

"It was pretty funny." He said.

"Will you put me down?" I asked.

"Fine."

He set me down and I 'glared' at him, which didn't really work because he kept making stupid faces that made me laugh.

As we were walking down the stairs, the front door opened and a tall brunette sauntered in.

Her skin was perfectly tan; her chocolate brown hair fell in silky curls down her back. Her teeth was perfect and bleached white. And her eyes, they were hazel with a blueish silver color outlining them.

She could easily be a model.

"Mason!" she exclaimed, smiling.

"Victoria." He said a little less enthusiastic.

"So this is your little slut?" She said, more curious than hateful.

"Uh, yah." He said.

I gaped at him. Is that all he thinks of me? Am I just a game for him?

I glared at him, for real this time, and then turned around and stormed off to the sanctuary of my room, slamming my door once in its safety.

I can't believe him!

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I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy, white towel around me.

I walked over to the mirror and wiped away the condensation that had accumulated on it from my steamy shower.

I stood there and stared at myself. My skin was pale compared to hers, my now wet, brown hair, a stringy mess that lay down my back and sticks to the side of my face.

I sighed; of course I'm only a toy to him. That's exactly what he wanted me for, and that's what he's using me for.

I grabbed another towel and bent forward, flinging my hair so that it dangled in front of my face.

I dried my hair for the most part with the towel and finished with the blow drier.

I set a flat iron on the counter and turned it on. In the meantime, while it heated up, I started on my makeup. I used black pencil eyeliner on the underside of my top lid and black liquid eye liner to wing the top side of my top lid. I did my bottom lid and then put on mascara that made my eye lashes look full.

Next I brushed my teeth and then put on and pick lipstick that wasn't too light but not too dark. I ran over my lips with a light coat of chapstick.

Next I put on bronzer to even out my skin tone.

I looked in the mirror and smiled to myself. I looked pretty. I hadn't worn makeup like this for a long time, and it kinda felt good. It made me feel like my life was partially normal again.

I quickly straightened my hair and then slightly curled the ends, but for the most part, my hair was still straight.

I walked into my closet and put on my favorite lace bra and thong. Then I walked throughout my closet until I had picked out the perfect outfit. I slipped on a black long sleeved crop top and then put on a black skirt with a pink and purple floral pattern on it.

I picked out a pair of black high heels that laced up in the front.

I walked out and went over to my dresser. I picked up a necklace with a gold upside down triangle on it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked perfect.

I wakled down stairs and into the living room.

"Master?" I said quietly, figuring I shouldn't call him by his real name, since I'm only his 'toy'.

Mason looked up at me from his place on the couch, where he was snuggled up with Victoria, and I watched as his eyes widened as he took in my appearance.

"Yes Rose?" he said.

I mentally flinched at the name Rose but pushed it back.

"May Jackson and I go out for a while? Maybe to a park or something?"

"Yes. But be back soon because he is the chef."

"Of course."

"Jackson we are going to the park!" I yelled, turning around and walking out of the living room and into the kitchen.

He turned around and looked at me.

"What?" He said.

"We are going to the park for a little bit."

"Why didn't I know about this until now?"

"Because I just decided."

"Reagan..."

"Please...!" I whined, giving him the puppy dog eyes and pouting my lower lip.

"Fine."

"Yay!" I squealed, clapping my hands together.

"Let me go get dressed." He said.

"Okay." I said, a smile playing on my lips.

I watched as he went up the stairs, to his room.

Hopefully hanging out with a friend could help get my mind off of everything.

We really needed to hang out; and besides, I felt like I had been a bitch to Jackson.

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So this Victoria chick... Who is she? And what the fuck is up with Mason? And Jackson and Reagan are going to hang out. That's good.

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