Page 1 of Mr. Almost

Prologue

OLIVIA

“Please,I really need to talk to the man who rented that room on December twenty-third,” I beg the woman at the front desk.

She glares at me. “Miss, we cannot give out personal information. Besides that, that particular room wasn’t rented that night. I think you must be mistaken.”

My eyes start to tear up. I know I didn’t imagine it.

On December twenty-third, I went on a single date with a man who rocked my world. We went to a charity gala at The Williamson Hotel. We ate, drank, and danced. Then he took me up to room 3514 and proceeded to give me the best sex of my life.

We didn’t exchange last names or phone numbers. We didn’t share anything too intimate. Hell, I didn’t even get a photograph of him.

All I have is his first name and the room we stayed in.

I’ve tried everything I can think of to contact him. I looked up Masons in the area, and there were too many of them. I tried to reach out via Lovers Inc., but because we chose one date, it wouldn’t let mesend the message. According to their customer service, we have to match again to connect. The representative questioned why we didn’t exchange phone numbers.

I don’t know, Karen, maybe because we thought it would be a one-night stand. I don’t think either of us planned on him knocking me up.

Either way, their support team was not helpful at all.

This was my last resort.

What am I going to do if I can’t find him?

Shaking my head, I look back to the woman.

“His first name is Mason. Surely that will help you find him.”

She sighs. “Miss, I told you I can’t help you.”

Feeling desperate, I lean across the counter, “Please. I just found out I’m pregnant with his child and he deserves to know. Please help me find him so I can tell him.”

Her eyes widen slightly before she clears her throat.

“Let me see what I can do.”

She moves away from the desk before going to talk with another woman. That woman picks up a phone and speaks in it for a moment. Then the new lady comes over to me.

“If you will follow me.”

“Wait, why?”

“We’ve let Mr. Williamson know that you are here. He will come see you shortly.”

My heart races as I take in her words.

Mr. Williamson.

Mason owns this hotel? What the fuck?

I don’t get time to dwell on it, though. The woman starts walking, expecting me to keep up. We don’t go to the guest elevator. Instead, she leads me through the employee area until we come to the back of the building. There, we get into a service elevator and go up two floors. When the door opens, I’m shocked. It’s a little office area with several workers in cubicles.

She ignores them all, leading me to a conference room.

“Have a seat. Don’t go wandering.”

With that, she leaves.

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