The Billionaire's Wife

Letting Go

“Bye mom”. Yep that’s me on my way to a new adventure. You might be wondering, who is this amazing individual with the soothing voice?

Well, I’m Zoey King, I’m 22 years old and I graduated from Ohio University yesterday. To celebrate this, I decided to travel to Italy with my best friend, Kim Mina.

Currently, I’m trying to convince my mom to let me go for the seventh time.

“Mum we have talked about this, I want to see the world and I want to see Italy first. Dad talk to your wife”.

My dad, Richard King, a six feet tall white man born in New York and raised in London, hugs my mom saying, “babe, she’s a big girl. She’ll be fine”.

My mom, Ruth King, a black African American woman, wasn’t convinced. Instead she says, “My baby isn’t ready for the world yet”. I think she forgot that I survived my college and its drama.

“I agree with mom”, my second brother, Zayn a total mama’s boy, is taking mom’s side. Why am I not surprised. “Seriously? Really Zayn? Why are you doing this now? You had the whole of last week to stop me?” “I didn’t stop you last week because I thought you were bluffing”.

“Zayn let her go and enjoy herself, she’s grown”, Zarmiel, my eldest and favourite brother saves me again from the protective claws of Zayn thank God.

If you haven’t noticed, I’m the youngest child and the only girl that means overprotective men. Thank God Zarmiel isn’t as bad as dad and Zayn.

Mina places her arm on my shoulder and assures my mom. “Mrs K, Zam Zam, Zayn Malik nothing’s going to happen to Zoey, she’s going to come back in one piece I promise. Besides she has me. I would be her personal bodyguard and wouldn’t let her out of my sight”.

“Don’t call me Zam Zam”, Zarmiel protested. “Girl you come up with some wacky nicknames, Zayn can’t be Zayn Malik, he’s too broke and ugly”. “That’s what I’m worried about”. Mom, Zarmiel and I said at the same time, although my little comment got me a slap on my head from Zayn.

If you haven’t noticed, my mom hovers a lot and I don’t blame her, having to see your youngest child wonder off to the world without you there can make a mother really overprotective.

“Stop hitting your sister, Zoey don’t be rude”, Mom saves the day as usual.

“How long would you be in Italy?”, mom asked me while my brothers and I were putting my bags in the car which was quiet heavy.

“Ummm I can’t say but it’s not going to be long mom”. “Ok honey. When you come back, you have to look for a job but while you are job hunting you can work in Mrs Wendy’s bakery. You know she needs help running it and she would pay you per hour”.

“How much?”. “16 dollars per hour”. “That’s not bad, how long would I work for?” “As long as you want honey”. “Or you could just work in my company Zozo. You know you are always welcome”, Zarmiel said.

Zarmiel owns his own company, Zee&K. He founded the company when he was 17 years old. 10 years later, Zee&K is a Global Technology Company that has at least five branches in each nation. He has been trying to get me to work in his company since I got admission into Ohio.

In Ohio University, I studied Accounting so, I’m pretty good with figures.

“Mum, I get back to you when I return and Zarmiel I don’t want to work in your company. I want to make a name for myself without using my last name”, I said while I closed the car trunk.

“I know this but I don’t want to see my baby sister struggle. Now come give me a hug”.

I gave Zarmiel a hug and I felt like crying because I know I would miss them.

“I’m always going to be here for you no matter what and if you ever change your mind about working in the company, I’m a call away. I love you little sis”. Zarmiel’s words made me more emotional and I couldn’t control my eyes anymore, here comes the water works.

“Excuse me? Where is my hug Zoey?”, of course Zayn ruins the moment. “Why do you always ruin the moment? But I would let this one slide. Come here let’s have a group hug”. I said this while pulling mom who pulls dad. We stayed in each others embrace for a while, then we heard someone clearing their throat.

“I hate to break this beautiful moment but Zozo we have to go”. “Why are you in a rush Mina? Your flight is in four hours. Such an early bird”, Zayn said with a smirk. Zayn loves taunting Mina. Actually, Zayn taunts and annoys everyone. We are still shocked he found a girlfriend and got married.

“Ok Zoey have fun but not too much fun, don’t do something that I would do”, dad said. I was confused and out of curiosity I asked, “what would that be?” Dad smirked and said, “Sweetie how do you think you were conceived?”. “Ewwwww dad that’s so disgusting”. I made a disgusted face when I noticed mom blushing.

“Dad I’m sure Zoey isn’t looking for a man after the last guy and besides, she is too young”, Zayn said while placing his arm round my neck. “Thank you Zayn for reminder”, I stated while rolling my eyes.

“If you need someone to talk to or you need anything, call me and I mean it. I don’t care what the time is, just call me ok?” I have never seen Zayn like this. I replied with, “Yes. If I’m in trouble or need anything, I would call you or Zarmiel”. “Good”, Zayn said while kissing my forehead. “Greet Katie for me and tell her to not stress herself and the baby. Call me if she is feeling pains and I would fly back as soon as I can. I am not missing my niece or nephew birth”.

Zayn is married to Katie Miles now Katie King and she is heavily pregnant. My brother is very protective of his wife and I’m surprised he left her at home. Although Zayn hired a large number of people to help his wife, he doesn’t like being too far from her.

Mina thankfully saves me from my parents terrible flirting session and Zayn’s protective moment, “Ok Mr K, Mrs K and baby Ks, we’re off”. “Mina, my baby better be safe or I will hurt you with my slippers and Zoey behave”. “Yes Mrs King”. “Yes Mom”, Mina and I shivered. Yelling a quick goodbye to my family, I got into Mina’s car and she drove us to the airport.

While I was appreciating the beautiful works of nature by looking out of the window, my wonderful but annoying best friend was worried about me.

“You ok?”, she asked. “Of course I’m ok, why wouldn’t I be?” “If I didn’t know about your nasty breakup with that jerk, I wouldn’t have asked that question”.

My head starts to ache as I remember what happened a few days ago.