"Well, how the fuck was I supposed to know this would happen?" he asked. "I did this thing with Elle before I knew what would happen." He made a slight motion with his hand, dismissing the subject; there was plenty of time later for talking about if someone were more suitable.
"Oh, this 'Prince business'?" he asked, memories of the meeting rushing back. "How the fuck am I supposed to feel when you tell everyone that you think more of some social butterfly than me?" he asked.
Except it wasn't exactly a question; more of an accusation.
I live and die on your words, Ishani.