Books Download Remembering Whitney [PDF, ePub, Docs] by Cissy Houston Complete Read Online "Click Visit button" to access full FREE ebook. Start by marking “Remembering Whitney: My Story of Love, Loss, and the Night the Music Stopped” as Want to Read: Emily "Cissy" Houston (née Drinkard) is an American soul and gospel singer. She is mother of the late singer and actress Whitney Houston, aunt of Dionne and Dee Dee. By now, most know the story of what Cissy Houston, gospel legend and mother of singing megastar Whitney Houston, calls “the night the music.
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And as he directed his venom at the staff member next to me, I stared at his mouth of perfection. Then I discreetly pulled out my phone under the table and sent Amy an email. Her response was immediate. Probably not.
Feel free to leave my boardroom with everyone else. Leighton had managed to make it my worst day for over a year. And then he always sat at the head of the table, which would be normal if he was holding a meeting, but we were the only two people in the room and there were always several seats between us. Today he was wearing my favorite suit—a three piece black one with a navy blue tie for accent. But only because his next book is far more commercial and I think we could do a lot more for that one.
Favorite parts? The heroine was a movie director and I learned a lot about Hollywood while reading. He was still writing, looking down at his paper. Amy is her name, correct? Before I could come up with a rebuttal, he stepped so close our chest were touching.
Smiling, he returned the phone to me.
Guiding him into a conversation that makes him say something questionable? You could at least use some of those. If Mr. Not only that, but he seemed like the type of asshole who would actually send someone to check and see if I really was sick. Worst case scenario, at least you still get to have an up close seat to one of the most gorgeous men in the city and you can continue to use his face for your fantasies until you quit.
How big did you say his cock is? For both of our sakes. Confused, I headed over to shut them off, but I saw Mya sitting alone at the end of the table. She was flanked by several boxes of files and holding one of my best designer pens between her teeth. How I really tried to get her to quit. It was never personal, and never because she was awful.
Beyond sexy as fuck. Absolutely stunning, her light hazel eyes perfectly complemented her long brown hair and puffy, pink lips. Coughing, she suddenly looked up and noticed me staring from the doorway. Her cheeks flushed pink and she cleared her throat. Michael Leighton of Leighton Publishing? The second I hit the lights, Brad turned around from the beverage cabinet and held up a bottle of champagne. Trust me. You can thank me a million times later for finding Mya London.
I was considering walking right back into that boardroom and telling her to bend over the chair. Or maybe I should fuck on her the table The floor What were you saying? What do you mean when she leaves? He shrugged. I was furious at the audacity of Mya to even think about leaving. I added a mandate to her contract that gave her unlimited access to her own private town car and driver.
Even Brad. This was fucked up. This was war. She was wearing a bright blue dress that clung to her hips and exposed the top of her breasts, and my cock had been hard the second I saw her this morning. The thoughts of bending her over every surface in my office were only getting worse by the day. As have all of the remaining backlist catalogues from the other twenty-two authors you asked me to acquire.
I pulled out her personnel file and set it on my desk. Is that still correct? I have tons of work to do today.
We have that Somerstein meeting at noon. If you initial it, it can be processed as early as this Friday. Do you mind if I look at this later? Look at it right now. She flipped through the papers, stopping at the salary page and her eyes widened. I prefer black. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I answered it.
I just got a call from Hilton Corporate and gave them your direct line, so try to be available for their questions in a few hours. I already told them Mya was amazing, but they need a second, more direct reference. Working for you for an extended period of time is a lot to think about.
I sat back down in my chair and shook my head. That, and she was still getting under my skin with her sexy bullshit.
Then again, if she wanted to play games, I could do the same An hour! Fuck him hard. Your bestie, Mya PS—Is it sad that, ass-holeness aside, he still makes my panties wet more than once a week? You mis-typed! Way to think smart! Subject: His cock has to be at least nine inches At least This is going to sound totally insane, but I swear this man was rock hard during my entire presentation today.
Like, he had to be, and he had to know I was stealing glances of it because he sat in the back of the room, leaning back with his legs wide open, and he kept his eyes on me the entire time. Your bestie, Mya Subject: Re: It has to be at least nine inches At least You delete these emails, right? Maybe you can give him a huge kick in his nine-inch cock before quitting? Otherwise, you may start to subconsciously believe that you should stay there.
As I stared outside my town car window, I decided that I needed to tell him that I really was looking for another place of work. The second the driver pulled in front of Leighton Publishing, my phone buzzed with his usual morning email. Your signature on the employment extension contract.
His overbearing sexiness was not a good enough reason to stay, and the odds of us having sex were slim to none. Not that having sex with him was a good enough reason to stay either. The second I stepped inside, I felt his deep brown eyes watching my every move, and I tried not to make eye contact as I walked over and set the book and the coffee on his desk.
His face remained stoic and he simply picked up his coffee and took a long sip.
After you settle into your office, I need you pick up my dry cleaning from Midtown. There should be fifteen suits and twenty shirts in my name. As I was stapling the first set of sheets together, my phone buzzed with a new email from him. My Jaguar needs to be washed. Take it to the place I like in New Jersey, ten miles across the bridge.
I dropped my reports to the floor, barely getting a chance to reread the message to see if my eyes were playing tricks or me or not, because he sent me another email. Subject: And Also I forgot to pick up a particular watch I ordered weeks ago on my way to work this morning.
I took the keys from the lockbox and tried my best not to think about using them to leave major scratches against his car, and I quickly slid behind the wheel. Instead of immediately heading toward the dry cleaners I took his Jaguar for a half hour joyride first.
I took my time driving through the city streets, stopping for ten-dollar coffee and charging five cups worth to his card every time. On my way out, I noticed a new line of fashion at the nearby lingerie store, so I took his precious credit card and downloadd ten matching sets of overly priced panties and bras.
Screw him I checked my email and saw that my bastard boss had emailed me yet again. Subject: Timing. I refuse to believe it takes three to four hours to pick up an order of suits and a watch. Even considering getting my car washed, you should be back by now.
Emails I actually wanted to see. We simply need to verify your information and references. That, and I needed a way to get back to New York City. Annoyed, I vented all of my frustration in a long ass email to Amy, and per her previous advice, I deleted it the second I hit send.
Did you get my email from this afternoon?
Your bestie, Mya Subject: Re: My email. What email? The one about my boss and all the shit he asked me to do today. I would resend it to you, but I deleted it Can I call you in like twenty minutes when I get back to the office?
If he wanted those suits, he could go down to the garage and get them himself. Now, more than ever, there was a huge part of me that wanted to pack up all of my things and never come back. Let me call you right back, Mya. The neighbors are being ridiculous with their music today. I opened my email—expecting to see something inspiring, but the second I saw the subject line and the sender my jaw dropped to the floor. I refreshed my computer screen again and again, hoping that this was some type of joke.
The knock came again, much louder this time, and this time I heard his voice. I slowly stood up from my desk and looked outside the peephole. Leighton was looking down at his watch, his face still impossibly perfect and flawless.
His full lips pressed into an angry flat line. He looked up from his watch and stared through the peephole, letting his eyes meet mine. I jumped back from the door and considered my options.
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On Bobby Brown: Supposedly he even got shot once at a block party, which didn't impress me very much. Advertisement Now, John was a Virgo, so he wasn't above trying to hurt people. Nippy's rendition of "Greatest Love of All" was one of the most beautiful songs she ever recorded, as far as I was concerned, and it had become her signature song. I knew his group New Edition was popular, and that kids seemed to think he was cool.
But I really didn't care for his music. And I especially didn't understand the appeal of his big hit song at the time, something called 'Humpin' Around.
Advertisement On Bobbi Kristina's birth: They Named her Bobbi Kristina-which wasa a hell of a lot better than what they'd initially chosen for her. A few days earlier, when I had asked Bobby and Nippy what they were naming the baby, Bobby said some kind of crazy name I couldn't even pronounce-Tekatia, or Takeka, or some mess like that. You can't do that to that poor child! Just name her Christina or something, some nice name like that.
On Whitney's infamous "Crack is Wack" Diane Sawyer interview: I hated that whole interview, and while I know it wasn't Diane's fault, it was obvious that Nippy wasn't ready for prime time, you know? That was all I could stand…She was such a mess. Advertisement On the mess in Whitney's Atlanta mansion, the day Cissy showed up with two sheriff's deputies to take her to rehab: Somebody had been spray-painting the walls and doors, painting big glaring eyes and strange faces.