Surfing lessons gone wrong

Alicia’s POV

The beach, oh how I loved it.

The sun beat down on me with its heated rays, a far cry from the cold winter days in the city I had been born in and knew all my life before this.

It was as if I’d been thrown into another world, one where all the capacity to escape my problems were at my disposal, and it was all thanks to Mikael and Acker.

“Alright, you’ve gotten it,” the instructor’s voice boomed above the sound of the waves and life around us. This was a private beach, which I had learned much later, courtesy of a proud Mikael.

However there were still staff and bodyguards milling about us, while still giving me the space i desired.

The space to do what, you may ask?

To learn surfing.

Mikael was probably doing some work as he was still a little busy with meetings and such, even though he told me Magda was handling the bulk of the business work while we were on vacation.

Plus i had been the one to force him to stay away after the instructor came in. I DIDN’T want him to see