Mastering Rayne: Club Zodiac, Book Four

by Becca Jameson

  Mastering Rayne

  Club Zodiac, Book Four

  Becca Jameson

  Copyright © 2019 by Becca Jameson

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-9469115-7-5

  Print ISBN: 978-1-9469115-8-2

  Cover Artist: Scott Carpenter

  Editor: Christa Soule

  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. And resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental.

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  About the Book

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Author’s Note

  Also by Becca Jameson

  About the Author

  Acknowledgments

  Many many thanks to my amazing editor, Christa Soule for all her hard work and dedication to my writing. She goes above and beyond for every book I write, from development to production. She takes my phone calls day and night when the plot gets stuck and needs a nudge. She is the best, and my writing wouldn’t be half as good without her input. Love you so much, Christa!

  About the Book

  Secrets can turn into lies if they’re kept for too long…

  * * *

  For Rayne, guarding deep family secrets is a way of life. It’s ingrained. It prevents her from ever getting close to anyone.

  * * *

  Colin is building a new life in Denver. He has a club to open, a personal training business to grow, and an abused sister to rescue.

  * * *

  Rayne and Colin have known each other for years, but they’ve never scened together. Until now… A chance meeting in a club can change everything.

  * * *

  There’s just one problem. Colin’s ex-girlfriend made him extremely leery of women who are hiding something. Secrets raise huge red flags.

  * * *

  Their chemistry is undeniable. Ropes, blindfolds, workout benches, bed posts, spankings, denial…

  * * *

  They click. Rayne knows it. Colin knows it. But the secrets get in the way. Without trust, there is no foundation.

  * * *

  Mastering Rayne is the fourth book in the Club Zodiac series. It features Rayne, a character fans will remember from Training Sasha. The hero is Master Colin, a character from another local club, Breeze. Master Colin also made an appearance in Dark Nightmares, which released in November of 2018 in the Dark Falls series.

  Prologue

  Fourteen years ago…

  * * *

  “Dad?”

  “Yeah, honey?”

  “Would it be okay for my friend Stella to come over this weekend?” Rayne bit her lower lip as she waited for her father to respond. She’d never once asked him if she could have a friend over. She’d also never had so much as a playdate in all of her twelve years. Not at the house at least.

  Warren Bryant lifted his gaze from the newspaper he was reading at the breakfast table and frowned. “You know that’s not possible, honey. Your mom isn’t well.”

  Of course.

  Rayne stood taller and adjusted her plaid uniform skirt. She cleared her throat, willing herself not to whine. Her father hated it when she whined. “I know, but Mom is never well. And she doesn’t ever come out of her room. Stella won’t even know she’s here.” The house was enormous. Rayne was probably right.

  There was the off chance she would not be right. But, who cared? She didn’t understand why her mother’s illness had to be such a secret.

  Warren narrowed his gaze. “Rayne, you’re too old for this conversation. You know better. We don’t air our dirty laundry. It’s unseemly. Please tell me you haven’t been talking to your friends about your mother’s situation.”

  Rayne shook her head, her thick braids swinging back and forth. “Of course not, Dad. But, Stella’s parents are getting a divorce. Her parents are always yelling at each other. She’s going through a hard time. She needs a friend. I thought it would be neighborly to offer her a weekend someplace else.”

  Rayne hoped she sounded gracious and helpful. She tried so hard to sound grown up. Wasn’t she supposed to be hospitable?

  Her father sighed, lowering his paper. “You see, that’s exactly the kind of thing I’m talking about. You kids should not be gossiping about the state of anyone’s parents’ marriages. If Stella’s parents are getting a divorce, I’m sure they don’t want their daughter yapping about it to her friends.”

  Rayne’s shoulders fell. Half the time she felt jealous of Stella, though she would never say so out loud. If her own parents would get a divorce, maybe Rayne wouldn’t have to keep so many secrets.

  Ever since she was a small child, her mother had been sick. Rayne couldn’t even remember a time when MaryAnn was well. Some months she was better and would come out of her room and join Rayne and her father in the living room. But most of the time Rayne never saw her.

  Rayne swallowed as she looked at her father, wishing she could understand better, while knowing it wasn’t possible to ask questions. He would say she wasn’t old enough or that he didn’t want her to worry about adult issues.

  Blah blah blah.

  Warren was an older father. He was in his sixties, while her mother was forty-five. Sometimes he seemed more like a grandfather than a father. Even though he was fit and healthy and went to work at his consulting firm every day, he had old-fashioned ideas that sometimes embarrassed her in front of other people. Like this one.

  Rayne knew she wasn’t like other kids. She had spent most of her life in the care of the staff and her father. He had never treated her like a child. She’d been expected to behave far older than her years since she’d been born. While other kids would have found themselves eating pizza in the kitchen and kept out of sight when adults were over, Warren Bryant had expected Rayne to attend with him and behave older than her years.

  She had honored his wishes for all of her twelve years. Never once had she gossiped about her mother. Usually when kids spoke of their mothers, Rayne would smile and agree with them so she wouldn’t stand out.

  Other mothers made cookies and helped their kids with homework.

  Other mothers came to school plays and orchestra performances.

  Other mothers nagged their kids to clean their rooms or take a bath.

  Not Rayne’s mother. She’d give anything to have a nagging mother. She’d never experienced it. And her father was not the nagging sort. He was serious most of the time, and busy. It was usually the housekeeper who ensured Rayne’s needs were met.

  In a last-ditch effort, Rayne tried again. “Everyone knows when the other kids have parents divorcing. It’s not the sort of thing people can keep to themselves.”

  Divorce wasn’t a word she’d ever heard mentioned in her home. She knew from her classmates that it was common and messy and destroyed homes. Sometimes other girls in her school moved away when their parents spli
t up. Sometimes they cried and had to go to the counselor. Rayne had no idea why adults would behave in such a childish manner, but clearly they did. Often.

  Her father shoved from the table. “Well, that’s unacceptable, Rayne, and if I find out you’re gossiping with other girls, I will pull you from that school and get you a home tutor.”

  Rayne trembled. That was the last thing she wanted. This was totally backfiring on her. She felt tears well up in her eyes and she choked them back, not wanting to appear weak in front of her father.

  He turned around and headed for the sink to set his coffee mug in the basin. “Gather your things. You need to leave for school soon.”

  Rayne turned and fled the room, grateful for the dismissal. She hadn’t won this battle, but she did know one thing for sure. People led very twisted lives, and most of them hid their private lives from the world. It made her sad.

  When she grew up, she wanted to find a way to help people so they wouldn’t have to go through so much stress alone.

  Chapter 1

  Fourteen years later…

  * * *

  As Colin Wynne arrived at the door on the twelfth floor of the downtown Denver office building, he glanced at the gold plaque that declared he was in the right place—Rayne Bryant, Divorce Attorney. Colin glanced at his sister, London, who was wringing her hands. He smiled, hoping to convey some level of support. Lord knew, she needed support.

  The moment he opened the door, he heard shouting. Male shouting. Angry male shouting. “There isn’t going to be a divorce, so you can shred those goddamn papers now and move on with messing up someone else’s life. If my wife contacts you again, tell her you won’t be available to help her.”

  “Sir—” Rayne’s voice began. Colin couldn’t see her yet, but he recognized her soft tone.

  The man interrupted. “You listen to me, bitch. No fucking divorce.”

  Colin’s spine stiffened as he stepped into the outer office, London behind him. In his peripheral vision, he briefly took in the brown leather sofa and matching armchair, the abstract artwork in warm colors, and the plants. All this was on his left. On his right was a receptionist’s desk with a woman he presumed was Rayne’s receptionist on her feet, her lips pursed, her eyes wide. Behind her was a full wall of windows.

  None of this was nearly as important as the man who stood between Colin and Rayne, his large frame nearly filling the open doorway to Rayne’s office as he continued to shout. He was approximately five-nine and built. Not as built as Colin, but the man worked out. His dark hair was slicked back, and he was dressed in an expensive suit, tailor-made to fit him.

  Colin couldn’t see his face, but he assumed it was probably red. It was going to get a whole lot redder if he didn’t lower the finger he was shaking and stop yelling at Rayne.

  Leaving London just inside the waiting room, Colin rushed forward until he arrived at the man’s side. “I advise you to calm down and lower your arm right now.”

  The man’s face was indeed red with rage as he glanced at Colin. “Fuck you. Who the fuck do you think you are? Stay the fuck out of my business.”

  Colin pulled his shoulders back and stepped closer, his brow furrowing as his tension increased. “I don’t know what your deal is, but I think you need to leave. Now.”

  The asshole glanced up and down Colin’s frame as if finding him lacking. “I’ll leave when I’m goddamn ready.” He jerked his gaze back toward Rayne. “Are you following me?”

  Rayne licked her lips and swallowed. She didn’t meet Colin’s gaze, but at least he could see her partially now. She stood tall, her shoulders back. She was about five-eight, but in her heels, she stood closer to six feet. She wasn’t outwardly intimidated by this guy. Her gray pencil skirt was perfectly straight. Her pale green blouse that brought out the green of her eyes had not one wrinkle. Her smooth, silky brown hair was slicked back in a long ponytail at the base of her neck.

  With perfect makeup and nails, Rayne was as professional as she could possibly be, and formidable as always. Colin sucked in a quick breath, remembering how she could affect him every time he’d seen her. It had been a year, but nothing had changed. “Sir, I’m not following you anywhere. And you’re not my client. Get out of my office before I call the police.”

  Colin pulled his phone out of his pocket, liking the direction her mind was running. “I’ll do the honors,” he stated loud enough for the angry motherfucker to jerk his gaze toward Colin.

  “Put that damn thing away, asshole. This is not your business.”

  Colin held up the phone and lifted a brow. “In five seconds, it’s going to be my business. I hope your suit doesn’t get too messed up while you spend the night in the county jail.”

  The fucker had the audacity to fully turn toward Colin, hands fisted at his sides, eyes narrowed, face dark red, teeth gritted. He growled. And then he turned his head back toward Rayne. “I’m leaving, but you better heed my advice. Shred the contract. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.” Luckily, the man turned around and stomped from the office.

  As the door slammed, Colin flinched at the same moment he realized London was nowhere in sight. Shit.

  Rayne stepped forward, but Colin turned around and headed toward the door.

  “She said something about the bathroom,” the receptionist offered in a kind voice.

  “Colin?” Rayne asked.

  He opened the door and glanced at her. “Be right back.”

  “I’ll help you.” Rayne dashed forward.

  Colin opened the door to the hallway, and Rayne ducked under his arm to step out first.

  “Bathroom’s right over here,” she began. “Let me check.” She opened the door to the women’s room and disappeared inside. “London?” she called out as the door slowly closed behind her.

  Colin couldn’t hear anything else, but a few minutes later, Rayne returned. “She’s fine.”

  Colin blew out a breath, leaned against the opposite wall, and ran a hand through his short brown hair. “It was difficult to get her to come here at all. I’m sure she’s about to bolt after that scene.”

  Rayne cringed. “I’m so sorry.”

  Colin frowned. “You’re sorry? You don’t have anything to be sorry about. How often do you get a client screaming at you like that? What a dick.”

  “Yeah. He wasn’t the most pleasant sort, was he?” She shot him a teasing grin.

  “Pleasant? That guy is probably going to kill his wife with his bare hands when he gets home.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure my receptionist is warning her right now. Shelly’s amazing.”

  “Good.”

  Rayne’s gaze wandered up and down Colin’s frame. “You look good. Colorado must be working for you.”

  “You’re looking well yourself. How do you maintain that Miami tan in Denver?” he teased, noticing how her skin glowed. She’d moved to Colorado a year ago. Colin had only arrived two months ago.

  He’d known her for a few years. They’d frequented the same fetish clubs in Miami. At one point she’d dated one of the owners of the Miami branch of Club Zodiac, Rowen Easton. Colin had been a member of another Miami club, Breeze, before transferring his membership to Zodiac. He’d seen Rayne in both clubs at one time or another.

  She scrunched up her face. “Fake tan. Don’t tell anyone.”

  He chuckled. “You’re going to get cancer.” She looked hot as sin, but no way would he let her fake tan if she were his. What the hell was he thinking? Rayne was most certainly not his.

  She shot him a tilted grin, and set him straight. “I don’t bake it on. It’s a lotion.” She nodded toward the door. “You think she’s going to come out?”

  “Honestly? No. Not without coaxing.” Colin sighed. Now was not the time to think of Rayne the way his mind was wandering. He was here to help his sister get her life straightened out and divorce her husband once and for all.

  It was sheer coincidence that Rayne happened to have finished her law degree in Miami and th
en moved to Denver to set up her practice ten months before Colin arrived to open a second location of Club Zodiac. A convenient coincidence, since Colin didn’t have to hunt down a divorce attorney with no recommendation.

  Besides, it hadn’t exactly been a tough decision. Ever since his sister had shown up on his doorstep, bruised and beaten, he’d known in his mind her situation might land him right where he was standing now. Next to Rayne Bryant. Not a hardship. In fact, she was intriguing. She always had been. After watching her hold her own with that asshole today, he was even more impressed with her.

  Though he’d known her for several years and had spoken to her on many occasions, he’d never done a scene with her. He’d also never asked her on a date.

  Colin had known for a long time that he was attracted to Rayne. However, she had been in a relationship with Rowen for most of the time Colin had known her. By the time the two of them broke up, Colin too had been in an ill-fated relationship. He shuddered at the memory.

  “I’ll go back in and speak to her,” Rayne suggested, nodding toward the bathroom. “Anything I should know?” She kept her voice low. “When you made the appointment with Shelly, you didn’t give her many details.”

  “I’m hoping after you meet with her, you’ll know more than me, actually.” He wasn’t kidding. The details of his sister’s fucked-up marriage were largely a mystery to him. She’d arrived at his home a week ago, battered and broken, emotionally and physically. She’d spent most of her time in the guest room and hadn’t said much to him yet.