His Fake Secretory || JJK ✅

Chapter 20

Be honest with me." I whined in pain as I stepped down from his chest.

"Yes?" I acted all innocent. He massaged his almost broken arm and looked at me.

"Who are you?"

"Alien." I chuckled off but he was not having it.

"Don't joke. Do you think I'm an idiot?" I do.

"No." I shook my head, getting up and removing my jacket which had only a couple of hits.

"Then tell me what your real identity is?" I don't like where it's going.

"Haha- what identity? I'm yn, secretary of your brother and a simple girl." I tried to be cool.

"Simple girl? My foot!" He spat, getting up and removing his jacket which had over more than ten hits.

"You can ride,you can shoot,you can knock out and yet you've the audacity to say you're a simple what???" Should I be worried about it?

I chuckled at his words. "Hahaha- so? Just because I know some things are different. Does that mean I'm a gangster or what?" Gangster??? Seriously? You had to give him a hint? Idiot!

He eyed me. "Gangster?" I bit my lower lip. "Sounds so cool." He chuckled,at first I looked at him and then joined him in his chuckles.

"But how do you know the perfect spot for knocking someone?" Because I fought for two years straight with street gangsters to make a living.

"Uhun- it's nothing. I just loved to learn such things so I just took some training." I chuckled knowing how much of a lie it is.

I never took any training. I used to get involved in street fights. At first I used to get beaten up by them but as time passed. I learned their tricks and technique and played back on them.

Let the past stay in the past because those who live in the past do not a single shit in their future.

"Wow!" He exclaimed. "I also love such things. That's why I took training but mine one is more sporty and you just felt like a real fight." I chuckled at his words. "You just need practice." Actually beating.

"Argh- I'm so hungry." I tried to change the topic and he let me do it very easily.

"Me too." He rubbed his stomach,as we both walked out.

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"Choose." He spoke, handing over the menu to me.

Menu card opened.

Pasta alla Carbonara.
Tonnarelli Cacio e Pepe.
Bucatini all'Amatriciana & Pasta alla Gricia.
Trippa alla Romana.
Coda alla Vaccinara.
Abbacchio allo Scottadito.
Cicoria ripassata.
Carciofi alla Romana e Carciofi alla Giudia.

Closed.

"Just order whatever you like." I handed over the menu back to him. He smiled. "Get me everything." He spoke to the waiter.

"So tell me something about yourself." He asked me, resting his face on his hand bent under his chin.

"About me?" I asked back.

"yes!" He nodded. "uhmm...I've nothing much about myself."

"Ohh come on don't be shy!" He insisted.

"Well I don't know anything about myself. I was raised in an orphanage. That's it." He looked at me.

"You too?" His voice was lowered so much that I didn't get what he said.