I wasn't like most rich men. I didn't drive around in million dollar cars, I didn't through lavish parties, or walk around with models on my arm. I didn't toss my money around. I enjoyed my privacy, my peace and quiet.Being famous, privacy was the most priceless thing I could posses. So I owned a little remote island. The only people allowed on my island was family and Heather my housekeeper.
That was until the most beautiful woman I'd had ever seen washed up on my beach with no memory of who she was.