T H E : A R C H E T Y P E S

♡ | T H E : A R C H E T Y P E S | ♡ CHAPTER 30

' If women were religiously

Recognized sexually

We wouldn't have to feel the need to show our ass,

It's to feel free

Been there, done that

Got the t-shirt

Sold my soul

And yeah the truth hurts

Tired image of a star

Acting naughtier than we really are.'

Harry's gaze darkened by the second.

I shifted uncomfortably under his menacing gaze.

"How do you wish to be

pardoned?"

"What?" I finally spoke.

"I want you to beg."

My eyes widened at his new word

choice.

Beg for forgiveness.

"We shall have dinner, then you can decide how you want to earn my

forgiveness."

The bastard!

Harry smirked obviously proud with himself.

Harry adjusted himself in his seat and looked over at me.

I pouted and crossed my arms, unimpressed.

Harry smiled brightly and

started the car.

I rejected all of Harry's attempts at

conversation. I was still reeling of annoyance from earlier.

He now loomed over me , waiting

for me to exit the vehicle.

I finally did, and walked past him.

I liked playing games.

The waitress at the front immediately recognized Harry and we were

directed to our table.

I plonked down into my chair, facing a glowing Harry.

I was increasingly annoyed, but I was prepared to forgive Harry and forget about all this silliness.

But, I was a stubborn girl and I needed to uphold my title.

I lifted the menu and scanned for something appetizing.

"What are you having?" Harry spring me out of my thoughts.

"Salad." I spoke mildly and shut my menu.

Harry looked at me perplexed.

Never have I ever ordered 'just' a salad.

The waiter took our orders and we we're left to wait.

I tried to avoid Harry's stare, but my eyes kept shifting back to him.

"Marina." Harry uttered.

I finally connected eyes with him.

"Yes."

"I'm still mad at you." He admitted.

I huffed.