70's Farrah Fawcett Novels & Stories

They didn’t like the idea of making money out of their body and appearance. “I thought you are my best-friend. Can’t you see? You’re the only one here with cover ups. Come on girl, let’s show them that we’re not losers. They can’t just laugh at us.” There you go. Farrah wanted to show off her body to compete with the other women around specially Wendy. Why not? Farrah was too confident with her body and of Arabella’s. She couldn’t allow them to make her and Arabella their laughingstocks.

She just lost her best friend, her enemy, her lover, her husband, and the father of her son—a few days ago, exactly on her birthday. When Dior barged into Farrah's life, her once monotonous birthdays were slowly replaced with joyful ones. The moment Dior accepted Farrah as his other half, there's no sad birthdays for Farrah no matter what crisis they faced. However, at this moment, Farrah's birthday will slowly turn back to the way it was before. Monotonous, plain, and boring. Farrah, at the age of 27, is now a widow.

Half of my lips smirked knowing that this woman didn't know that she's actually the CEO of one of a company of this country. Placing her hands back to my shoulder as she moved her mouth in front of my ears, she whispered, "Want us to switch? I can give her to my partner!" I ignored her words the moment I saw Farrah went out of the Taxi. She was as well wearing a black dress that showed the detail of her sexy and alluring body. Her hair was in a high ponytail, and her dark smoky eye makeup made her more fascinating that I couldn't get off my eyes from her.