Chapter Thirty-Four
Malachi's POV
By evening, I couldn't take it anymore.
Alicia's silence was suffocating. Not the comfortable quiet of two people at peace—this was the silence of secrets. Of walls so thick I couldn't see what was destroying her from the inside.
I'd tried patience. Tried softness. Tried giving her space.
None of it worked.
She was slipping further away with every passing hour, and I was done playing the gentleman.
"Maurice."
He appeared in the doorway of my hotel suite within seconds. "Yes, boss."
"Get me access to Alicia's phone." The words came out flat. Final. "Whatever way you can."
Maurice's eyes widened slightly. "Sir, if the madam finds out—"
"Are you planning to tell her?" I turned to face him fully, letting him see exactly how done I was with obstacles.
"No. Of course not, sir."
"Then we don't have a problem." I checked my watch. "I need access in an hour."
Maurice hesitated for only a heartbeat before nodding and disappearing.
