Fake Destiny

Chapter 10: Overprotectiveness

Young Master’s POV

I couldn't stop thinking about what Sofia had said earlier. Her teasing words about my moaning, the way she had mocked me... It gnawed at me more than it should have. I should’ve been able to shrug it off, but something about it hits my nerves right now thinking about it. I could feel my anger bubbling up, though I knew I couldn't do anything about it, not to her, at least.

But, in a fit of frustration, I grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at her. She looked at me with a smirk, and before I knew it, we were in the middle of a full-fledged pillow fight. It was absurd, and I hated that I was even doing it, but for some reason, being playful with her, even after all the things that had happened, felt... normal.

In a strange way, the pillow fight was just the kind of thing I did with Sofia, and it was the only time I could actually forget about everything else. The only people I did "normal" things with were her and Lorenzo. We used to drink together, laugh, and do whatever felt right at the moment, before everything got complicated.

As I swung the pillow at her, I found myself distracted by my own thoughts. Why did she have to get under my skin like that? Why did it matter so much to me that she laughed at me? The truth was, it probably didn’t. It was just a stupid comment. But I felt like it symbolized something bigger, something deeper that I didn’t want to deal with.

And then, as if out of nowhere, Sofia grabbed one of my sleeves and tied it around my neck. It wasn’t tight enough to choke me, but it was definitely enough to make me stop and wonder how she had become so strong. It was strange. She was always so feisty, but I hadn’t expected her to actually pull something like this.

I kept trying to push her off, but she was relentless. I could feel her strength, and it threw me off for a moment. My thoughts scattered, and I was too distracted by the feeling of her grip to focus on anything else.

And then, suddenly, her phone rang.

She paused for a moment and pulled the phone out of her pocket. I felt a flicker of annoyance, but I didn’t know why. She answered the call casually, completely ignoring me.

"Hi, babe," she said, her voice suddenly soft, full of warmth. "I really miss you."

I felt something shift in me, something dark and possessive. Without thinking, I snatched the phone out of her hand, my frustration taking control.

"Who the hell is this?" I snapped, the anger evident in my voice. My pulse raced, my mind swirling with confusion and protectiveness. Why did she sound so affectionate? Who was the one on the other end?

The voice at the other end of the line was soft, a little surprised but still amused. "Bestie, who took your phone?"

My anger flared for a moment before I realized the girl wasn’t who I thought she was. It was some friend of Sofia’s, just another one of her many acquaintances. It wasn’t anything to get upset about. But that didn’t stop the irritation that burned in my chest.

Sofia burst into laughter, loud and unapologetic, clearly enjoying my embarrassment. Her laughter was mocking, but it wasn’t cruel. It was just her way, always teasing, always getting a rise out of me. She knew exactly how to push my buttons.

I felt heat rise on my face, a flush of embarrassment as I stood there holding the phone, unsure what to do. I didn’t want to look foolish in front of her. After a few seconds of awkward silence, I muttered an apology and handed the phone back to her, my frustration still simmering underneath.

Sofia took the phone, still chuckling as she answered the call. "Hey, I’ll call you back later," she said, her voice a little lighter now. She then turned her attention back to me and grinned. "You know, for someone who likes to act so tough, you sure are easy to embarrass."

I didn’t have a comeback. The anger had drained out of me as quickly as it had come, replaced by an uncomfortable mix of confusion and shame. I didn’t understand what had happened, what was really bothering me. But I didn’t want to stand around thinking about it.

"Whatever," I muttered, turning away and heading to the bathroom to escape the situation. The door clicked shut behind me, and I leaned against it for a moment, trying to steady my breathing.

Why had I reacted like that? Why did I let Sofia get under my skin so easily? There was nothing about that phone call that should’ve bothered me. It was a simple conversation between two friends. But for some reason, it felt like something more.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to figure out what was going on inside my head. Maybe I was just tired. Maybe I was overthinking everything.

I didn’t know what was worse: the frustration of not understanding what was happening to me or the fact that I couldn’t seem to get away from it.

Maybe I'm just doing what every brother would do. Yeah, an overprotective one, my inner mind said.