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Yes, Jake had explaining to do to me. And I mean immediately too. I grab my phone, finding his number. “Hello” his voice cheerfully greets. He will not be so f*****g cheerful when I am done with him. He had to have been expecting my call, surely? “Jake. It is Rose. You owe me an explanation” I say, irritation clear in my voice. “Do I not even get a hello Rose?” he says, still sounding cheerful. Is he intentionally trying to piss me off today? Because he had picked the wrong day for that! “Hello. Now for an explanation?” I demand. He chuckles. “And what explanation would that be for my love?” he says, I swear he is being sarcastic. “What? Are you intentionally teasing me, Jake? I have literally had my father barge his way into my home, yelling at me, demanding an explanation as to wh