Vegas Singer Cat Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Reegan’s POV “Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome Kat Connor to the stage for our next song of the night!” The announcer bellowed. “Well, wish me luck, gang!” Kat chirped before throwing back yet another shot and hurrying on stage. “What the fuck is she drinking?” I linked my brother as we sat back to listen to her angelic voice. As pissed as I was right now, hearing her sing made me melt every time. “I’m not sure. Maybe tequila?” He guessed. “But she’s obviously half-drunk already. We need to keep a close eye on her.”

The redhead winks at me, sitting up straighter so her breasts jut right out at me. I hear Nina suck in a breath. Her fingers curl, and she shakes her head but says nothing. I should tell her I'm taken, but I will not share personal information and hurt Nina in the same vein. Whoever this woman is, she's dangerous. Doe eyed, but extremely dangerous. So I force a smile and turn to my client, who looks like he's enjoying the show. Dirty bastard. “Come on, Cross. There's nothing wrong with some pleasure before business. This is Vegas. And besides,” he slings an arm around the redhead's shoulder and pulls her in, “Kitten here won't mind. She's a naughty one.”

He cleared his throat and then began to speak. "When I met Catherine, she was singing in a casino in Las Vegas. The moment I saw her, it was love at first sight. Her amazing voice, beautiful face, and breathtaking smile. At first, I thought she was the same as the other women I met who used me as a stepping stone to achieve their dreams. At that time, she had done minor roles in different TV series but not even once did she ask me to sponsor her." Albert smiled bitterly and he began to tear up.

On one hand, his explanation was concise and clear, while on the other hand, his voice was undeniably pleasing to the ears. "If he were to be a singer in the entertainment industry with such a voice, I'm afraid Grayson wouldn't stand a chance now. "With his voice alone, he can slay every competitor in an instant," said Catherine inwardly. Catherine raised a brow and confidently glanced at Branden opposite her. Then, with a pompous stride, she walked toward the billiard table. Triston and the others noticed that when Catherine turned around, Branden glanced at Paxton. Paxton nodded silently.

Leticia Crowford, a forty-one-year-old woman who works as a singer in a rundown bar on the outskirts of Las Vegas. Leticia's hair was dyed a fiery red, and she always wore her trademark red lipstick when she sang on a rickety stage whose floors creaked as she stepped on them with her high-heeled shoes.

As soon as these words left from Kace's mouth, I heard Vexon and Cason groan. Soon a soft yet elegant voice came from the main door of the Bevine mansion. Who was this 'Cat'? ###

I didn't tell Courtney about the cutie that has a resemblance with the shadow in Vegas, I wouldn't want her whining and awning in my ears like a cat. The cutie had introduced himself as Lucas Vanowen. Vanowen….. Vanowen, I've heard of that name sometimes before but I wasn't certain about it. Lucas didn't say anything himself but mentioned something about Las Vegas. Well, I wasn't paying attention. I was crushing on his voice. The mention of Las Vegas, made my heart race. Could he be the stranger that took……? No, no he might just be someone else, people do look alike.

Sarah glanced at Catherine who had a cold expression and there was a gleam in her eyes. She made herself look like an understanding friend. “Let’s go sing some songs.” Catherine shot a speechless glance at those two women. A pretentious b*tch and a fake b*tch. They were a match made in heaven. If only she knew, she would have insisted on not coming. Soon, music started to play in the private room. Catherine recognized the melody instantly. It was Bruno Mars’ ‘Count on Me’.