I went into the room. Jilly didn’t have shoes on. She had been wearing Keith’s because of how wide they were. I felt bad for her. Keith wanted her off her feet all the time, but she got mad when he tried to carry her everywhere.
Jilly was about 5’8” and built a little thick. It was mostly muscle, but some padding, too, in addition to the round belly she had from the pup. She had medium length dark brown hair and light brown eyes. Her expression was always either mildly amused, or extremely annoyed. She had a resting b***h face that made other women tear up. I loved everything about her.
“Hey, Derrick. Where’s your mate?” Keith asked.
“She said she’d be back in a couple minutes. I have no clue where she ran off to.” I shrugged.
“Well that’s nice.” Jilly scoffed.
“Emma said she want
