Roman and I flew directly into Nassau, an island off the coast of the Bahamas, in his private jet. The flight only took four hours, but the entire time Roman made sure I had all the champagne and food that I wanted. When we arrived at the hangar, there was a car waiting to take us to our resort. I marveled at the beauty of the island as we traveled to our destination. Roman smiled and laughed at my enthusiasm.
"I can't wait to get out and onto the beach," I said excitedly.
"You can," Roman said. "The beach will be right outside our back door."
