Chapter Twelve - I can deal with that.

Kingston's POV

I raised a brow at her. After all that I have said, she believed I was joking. That itself was funny to me but I wasn't going to laugh or smile at something that would give her the impression that I was joking.

"I think we can come up with something." I was already moving to the bed to sit down.

She stood still with her hands folded, "And I think the only thing I want is to carry my son and leave here."

"Are you not forgetting something important?"

"I don't care about anything but my son at this moment."

"He is also my son. And he is the heir to a multi-billionaire empire. You don't believe I would allow him to continue living the way he was. You don't think of his safety. I'm certain that the press already knew I have a son. My mother knew, so the world knew. They would want to know everything about him. Paparazzi would want a glimpse of him. A picture or even get a video of him. Can you protect him from them? Can you do anything to make sure that he is saved from t