Jax (Cocky Cage Fighter Series) by Lane Hart Read Free Book Online

"Oh no," she says solemnly when we come to a stop under the hotel's canopy.   
    "What?" I ask.
    She shows me a close-up photo of a woman's neck. Not just any neck, but one with black bruises resembling fingertips on the side.
    Fuck !
    "I didn’t do that shit!" I tell her.
    "Are you sure? Could you…could you have been a little rough with her…during—"
    "Fuck no! I might like it rough, but I'd remember putting my hands around a woman's neck. I wasn't even rough with her at all that night. My hands never once touched her neck when she was on top, fucking me. All I touched were her hips. And maybe her tit…breasts."
    "This is not good," Page mutters, continuing to thumb through more photos that I can't make out.
    I jump out of the car, give the valet my keys, and take the offered ticket. I open Page's door since she's still immersed in her reading.
    "Come on," I tell her. "Let's go somewhere, so I can read that shit, too."
    She finally climbs out with her bag and handful of documents. After we stop by the front desk and give the security manager a subpoena for the surveillance video, he goes to check on making a copy for us while the front desk clerk gives us a key to the same room I'd stayed in less than two weeks ago.
    The oceanfront king suite on the eleventh floor looks just like I remember. I stand in the kitchen out of the way while Page takes a few pictures with her phone.
    When she sits down on the red leather couch across from the bed I sit beside her, so we can both see what all they've given her at the courthouse. I don't understand some of the shit I scan as she passes the sheets to me, but then we get to the reports.
    "She said you tore her blouse and shoved her onto the bed before forcing her to perform oral sex…"
    I bark out a laugh. "How do you force a woman to suck a dick? Because I can tell you right now, my dick's not going anywhere near the teeth of an unwilling participant."
    Page's cheeks redden, apparently offended by my crassness. Too bad, she needs to get used to dealing with this sort of shit before trial.
    "That is sort of a preposterous accusation," she admits.
    "You think? And I didn't tear her shirt. She was wearing a button down and yanked it open herself."
    "She doesn't say anything about you removing her skirt or panties."
    "Because she wasn't wearing any. Panties, that is."
    "Oh-kay. Let's see. Then she ends by saying you grabbed her by her throat to hold her down before penetrating her vaginally, so rough that it caused tearing..."
    "If she tore something that's her own damn fault for riding my dick five seconds after walking through the door."
    "Uh-oh. You said you used a condom right?" she asks.
    "I did use a condom. I always use condoms."
    "Well, this lab report from the rape kit shows that semen matching the DNA sample you gave them was found inside her vagina. The exam nurse gave her Plan B , to prevent the chance of pregnancy."
    "No! No fucking way!" I say, jumping to my feet. "That is bullshit! I used a condom. I came in the goddamn condom!"
    "Maybe…maybe it leaked," Page offers softly.
    "Trojans don't leak!"
    "Calm down and stop yelling at the messenger," she says, offering me the stack of documents. "Here, you take them."
    I yank the reports from her hand, probably harder than necessary, and sit on the bed so I can spread them out to look through them again. I re-read the lying sack of shit statement one more time, wondering how I can prove I didn't do any of the things she accuses.
    "What about if I do one of those lie detecting things?" I ask Page who's standing in front of the sliding glass doors, looking out at the ocean. She's a breathtakingly beautiful woman when she's not wrinkling her nose like an elitist bitch.
    "A polygraph?" she turns around and asks.
    "Yes! One of those things."
    She shakes her head. "They're not admissible in court."
    "Then how the hell do I prove I didn't do something?"
    She blows out a breath and gnaws on her bottom lip in thought. "I might