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  COWBOY’S REFUGE

  by Ella Cooper

  Copyright 2020 by Ella Cooper. All Rights Reserved.

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  DISCLAIMER: Some scenes are sexually explicit and are not suited for readers under 18 years of age. All characters and situations are all fiction. Any similarity to actual situations or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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  Copyright

  About the book

  Other books by Ella Cooper

  Bonus Gift

  Olivia

  Austin

  Olivia

  Austin

  Olivia

  Austin

  Olivia

  Austin

  Olivia

  Austin

  Epilogue – Olivia

  Thanks for reading

  About the Author

  More by Ella Cooper

  Olivia Dylan had been found. She blew her cover as Aileen Moore and needed to trespass the Colton Guest Ranch for a temporary refuge. No one should know she was there, but Olivia ended up exchanging glances and locking lips with the owner, Austin Colton.

  Austin was broken hard by a past lover. So hard that he could not fall in love with ─or even have sex with any woman ─until a porn star named Aileen Moore trespassed onto his ranch. She restored the beast in him. But, Aileen was not who he thought she was. Still, he could not stop wanting her – loving her.

  Will uncovering Olivia’s secret end everything or will it make everything right?

  Other Books by Ella Cooper

  Work and Pleasure

  A sweet, steamy and funny billionaire romance.

  Cowboy’s Haven

  Book 1 in the ‘Fated to Cowboy’ Trilogy

  A suspenseful and spicy western romance.

  Olivia

  What the hell is this?

  Pastor Emmanuel Moises's car pulled up in front of my house and parked. A few of my neighbors, all women, came too, as though it was pre-planned. The women were a group of judgmental people, who had been trying to uncover everything they could about me since I came here. It had been four months now, but they had not stopped prying into my privacy.

  Many of them wanted to know if I was somebody's mistress. It was a bit strange that a twenty-year-old young lady lived alone in a suburban neighborhood. Only a lawyer visited me once and it fueled the suspicions more. I never cared to explain. It's my life and not theirs. It was none of their business whether I was a mistress or not.

  "Mrs. Raymond," I uttered when my landlady showed up.

  Mrs. Raymond and Pastor Moises's appearances could only mean trouble for me. I did not need any mess in my life at the moment. I was already in trouble just by being alive.

  "Can we come in?" the pastor asked calmly.

  "All of you?" I asked while looking at the four housewives with them.

  "Just me and Mrs. Raymond," the pastor replied. Mrs. Hart, my next-door neighbor wanted to object, but the pastor repeated, "Just us."

  Mrs. Hart tried to step in despite the pastor's decision, but I closed the door before she could enter. She peeked at the window and glared at me. I rolled my eyes at her and flashed an insulting smirk. But I knew Mrs. Hart was the least of my problems.

  "I want to rescind the contract," Mrs. Raymond declared as soon as she settled on the sofa.

  "R-rescind the contract?" I asked. "On what grounds?"

  Many thoughts filled my mind. I was being thrown out! This house had been the fourth place I’d lived in the past year. I did not want to move again.

  "Sit down, child," Pastor Moises requested.

  "I can't believe I let a demon live in my house," Mrs. Raymond murmured as I sat in front of them.

  A demon? She had to be referring to herself as I was certain I was not one.

  "Aileen, can you tell us your profession?" the pastor asked.

  The question appalled me. What did my profession have to do with this neighborhood? I never cared about other women's professions. I never cared about them at all.

  "I'll be frank, Aileen, but you see, Mrs. Hart showed us a video," the pastor started.

  "A very disgusting video," said Mrs. Raymond.

  "What video?" I asked.

  My voice trembled as fear overwhelmed me. I had been found out! It can't happen. No one should know who I was. But… A very disgusting video? There were many videos about me, but none of them were disgusting. What was the old cow talking about? I thought in anger.

  The pastor took out his mobile phone. He said a little prayer and opened a pornographic site. He placed the phone on the coffee table for me to see.

  My blood boiled, but my body froze as I watched the video. The pastor showed me a porn movie. The star of that movie was me – Aileen Moore. But, that was not who I was. What he’d revealed should have made me happy as my cover was not blown, but a porn star? It was not a cover I wanted.

  "That is not me," I objected in an adamant voice.

  The pastor placed the movie on pause and showed me the close up of Aileen Moore. She had blonde hair, brown eyes, high cheekbones, and a slightly round face. She looked – to an extent – like me. Aileen. Something darted in my heart and it became heavy. I knew the woman. She was my savior.

  "This is a peaceful neighborhood," the pastor began. "Our neighbors think that…"

  "You would make this neighborhood in to a mockery," Mrs. Raymond cut in. "We cannot have a porn star living in this neighborhood. Definitely not in my house."

  "I'm not leaving. Mrs. Raymond, we have a yearly lease agreement. You can't just rescind it," I objected. I refused to start another life in another state.

  "I'll go to court if I have to," Mrs. Raymond insisted. "I will not let my house be tarnished by your bad-reputation."

  Go to court? The older woman's threat got me. I have to live a quiet life. A life of inexistence, if possible. The last thing I needed was an encounter with the authorities.

  Pastor Moises tried to calm Mrs. Raymond, so I could give my side of the argument. But, it was clear to me that I really had to leave… again. Aileen's movie would arouse curiosity from other neighbors and gossip could spread. No one should know that Aileen Moore was here, just as no one should also know that I was in Reno.

  #

  I'm sorry. Tears ran down my cheeks as I watched the paused image of Aileen on the screen. Had I seen this a year ago, I would have been disgusted by what she was. No woman should allow herself to be humiliated. How could she shoot a movie where multiple men took her in every hole she had?

  Aileen Moore. Her name had been mine since last year. It saved me from every disaster that would have come my way after her death. But, I had no idea she’d lived this kind of life.

  I wiped the tears off my face and turned off the video. Aileen saved me, but I did not need to live the life she lived. I will always be Olivia Dylan and no one else.

  Yes. I am Olivia Dylan, last year's best breakthrough Canadian actress. The one that was reported dead – murdered – a year ago. And yes, it was not I who was murdered. It was Aileen and no one should know about it. It was a secret I knew I must keep until that heartless Marcus Tanawatt is in jail. But, will he be jailed?

  Marcus Tanawatt wa
s like my genie. He was the CEO and executive producer of MT Productions. I was only twelve when he gave me my first break in a soap opera. He promised to produce my movie debut at eighteen and it happened. Last year, when I was twenty-one, he promised me a leading role. But, the last promise came with a price.

  The price was my innocence. He wanted me to give him sexual favors in exchange for the advancement of my career. Hah! I'm not that kind of a woman. Some would say that it is just an experience, but it is more than that to me. I’d sworn to lose my virginity only to the man I would love forever.

  Yeah. I was a hopeless romantic. Fairy tales might not exist, but I believed in things like love at first sight and most of all, true love. The person who will own my heart shall own everything.

  Marcus threatened to harm my brother and his family when I refused his demands. Suddenly I saw that he was not a genie, but a monster. The movie production company was only a front for all his illegal businesses. That pervert was a human smuggler and a drug dealer. He had his own Thai-Canadian syndicate.

  I was almost forced to give in to his demand when I remembered my stunt double. Aileen was desperate for a job. I promised to help her if she would help me. Aileen was to pretend as me and was to do everything Marcus demanded. Impress him and he'll give you a job. Those were my exact words. She trusted me, but… I failed her. No. I killed her.

  "I'm sorry."

  Those words were not enough to pay for my selfishness. My innocence and my life were preserved by sacrificing Aileen. All because I looked down on her for being an extra. Worse, I even stole her identity to survive.

  #

  "Was that really you?"

  I gnawed my teeth and avoided answering the question. It was the fourth time someone had asked that question. The news about Aileen being a porn star went viral. High school students flocked the pizza place where I worked to confirm my identity. Some doubted that it was me, but my name tag gave it away.

  "Me and my friends have around three-hundred dollars," a student from a private school asked. "Can you do it in the car?"

  I could feel my face burning at the kid's question. I looked at the kid's crotch and flashed an insulting grin. His friends laughed at him when I walked away. He pulled my hand and said, "I bet you'd want to do it for free."

  The people in the pizza place looked at us. My manager gave me a warning stare. I tried not to slam the pizza on the kid's face as I replied, "Grow a cock first and I'll hump you for free."

  "Aileen!" Ms. Mills, our manager, yelled.

  I rolled my eyes at her and delivered the pizza. Some customers gave me disgusting looks when the immature students mimicked Aileen's moans as they ate. I grabbed a pitcher to splash on the students, but the new customers startled me.

  Two Thai customers walked into the pizzeria. One of them pointed at me as they walked towards me. My body trembled in fear. I immediately looked for a way to escape.

  Marcus had been looking for me. I was the only witness to his crime against Aileen and he wanted me dead. I became suspicious of any man who approached me, especially those who looked like Thais. I know that they will only bring me to Marcus or worse, kill me. Death was a good way to escape this mess, but it was not the option I wanted.

  "Are you...?" one of the men began.

  I splashed a pitcher of water on the man before he could finish his question. His companion tried to grab me, so I slammed the glass pitcher on his head. The customers and the staff shrieked in shock. I pushed the tables and chairs away and hurried to the door. The two men ran after me. Their faces were full of anger.

  "I'm not gonna’ die today!" I screamed.

  The men jumped on their big bikes to chase me. I turned into a small alley and hid behind a big pile of garbage. The bikers stopped at the entrance of the alley. They spoke in Thai and each word escalated my fear. Tears sprung down my cheeks. Please help me. I prayed repeatedly.

  Fear was my punishment for killing Aileen. I survived Marcus's evil plans, but I had to live in fear and regret since Aileen's death.

  The men drove their bikes away without entering the alley. Is Aileen making me pay? She did not get a proper burial. Her family had no idea she was dead. My discovery was the only key to reveal the truth about her death. Aileen, please. Just a bit more time. I promised her silently that I would give her the justice she deserved and restore all her rights, but I had no idea how to do that, except staying alive.

  The suspicious men toured around the area several times. Those men probably knew where to find me now. I needed to get out of this town. Where? And how? I’d brought nothing with me.

  "Your life is more precious," I declared.

  I crawled out to the other end of the alley. It led to a gas station. Excel Christian School Field Trip. Choteau, Montana. The banner of a school bus caught my attention. Eighty-dollars was all I had in my pocket. Whatever. I had to leave and figure things out when I arrive there.

  "Excuse me. Are you on your way to Choteau, Montana?" I asked the middle-aged teacher, who was counting the students.

  The teacher gave me a suspicious look. She ignored me and continued to round up the students. After the last student stepped on the bus, she turned to me and said, "Why do you ask?"

  "I was supposed to go to the Old Trail Museum and meet my brother," I lied.

  "You need a ride?" the middle-aged teacher asked. She looked at me for a while and said, "Do you have an ID?"

  I smiled and took Aileen's driver's license and the employee ID from the pizza place. I gave the teacher one of my puppy looks and said, "I figured I could save a few bucks if I could hitch a ride."

  The teacher remained silent for a while. I pulled a begging expression and she gave in. She nodded and I quickly stepped inside the bus. My acting skills had become rusty, but it still worked.

  "I will hold onto your IDs until we reach Choteau," the teacher said as I sat next to her.

  My heart jumped when one of the bikers stopped next to the bus. I pretended to drop something and ducked. I lifted my head only when the bus began to move.

  The bus crossed the border to another city. Sudden loneliness struck me. I have to start another life in another state – in another town. It's been a year. When will this end?

  Montana. The state was only six hours away from Calgary – my home. I had jumped from one state to another. Now, I am getting closer to the border. Perhaps, it was time to go home.

  Austin

  "Where is that kid?" I asked as I reached the reception area of the guest ranch.

  A group of campers had come to the Colton's Guest Ranch, but my nephew, who was the receptionist, was nowhere to be found. I greeted the campers with smiles and checked the logbook. The campers were from the Excel Christian School from Reno, Nevada. The students traveled for almost a day and were ready to get their rest, but my nephew was busy with something else, I supposed.

  "Mrs. Spencer?" I called.

  A middle-aged woman stepped forward. I was about to ask her something, when someone caught my eyes. Is she a high school student? I thought when the tall, curvy, blonde at the back of the line caught my attention. She wore a uniform from a pizza place. Why would someone from a pizza place be with these students? Beautiful. The word almost slipped from my mouth. No. The word was not enough to describe her.

  She had short, wavy, blond hair, round, big brown eyes under those perfectly contoured eyebrows. The bridge of her nose arched like a playground slide. Her mouth was small, but her lips were thick. Marilyn Monroe. That's what she looked like, but with a more innocent look.

  Mrs. Spencer cleared her throat to get my attention. I flashed a shy smile and checked the logbook. "We reserved the Abigail Quarters for this night. And, tomorrow, I believe you said you wanted to transfer to the camping grounds?"

  "Yes," the teacher confirmed.

  I glanced at the young woman again. A sudden heat grew inside me when her eyes looked at me with such innocence. My heart danced and my cock twitched – after a long time
. Damn it, Austin. It's a kid. The woman was too young to be a high school teacher, but she looked a bit older than the students.

  Shit. I thought in disappointment. It had been a long time since my cock felt an urge and it had to be towards a high school student. Get your shit together, will you? I told my cock.

  Mrs. Spencer cleared her throat again. She pointed at herself and said, "I'm the one in charge."

  "Yes. Of course," I replied with another shy smile. I rang the bell to call Jane, the part-timer, but she was nowhere around either.

  Some students giggled softly. They stopped when I looked at them. Someone continued to giggle and it came from the corner of the room. Cursing words followed the giggles. I gritted my teeth as I recognized the voices.

  "Henry, please take them to the Abigail Quarters," I ordered another of my employees.

  Henry invited the campers to follow them. I looked at the young woman again and caught her looking at me. My lips curved into a smile when she blushed before my eyes. Her beauty and innocence were bewitching. Stop it. I was a thirty-year-old cowboy. That kid is probably sixteen or seventeen. She might have the body of a full-grown woman, but she was still a kid. I should stop being attracted to her.

  I walked to the corner and opened the door to the employees' rest area.

  "Damn it, Uncle," Steven blurted as I caught him in the middle of screwing Jane. He rolled beside her and covered her with a towel. "Don't you knock?"

  I clicked the lock button on the knob. Jane glared at Steven.

  "I don't have a problem with this," I told the two nineteen-year-olds. "But, don't do it while you’re at work."

  Steven rolled his eyes. He stood up from the bed and put on his cowboy uniform. He gave me a smirk and said, "Should no one in this family have sex?"

  I frowned at his comment. He recognized my frown and quickly lowered his head. I shook my head in disappointment and walked out of the room.