Wolf President Hooks Up

Her eyes and mouth were wide open, and her head felt like it was about to explode.

'Did Timothy kiss me?' She wondered, blinking.

'That was a kiss, wasn't it? I'm not bothered, but was that a kiss?'

She was irritated because she couldn't tell if he had kissed her or not in the bright sunlight.

"What made you decide to stop? Is there something wrong with your legs?" Timothy turned to face her.

"Huh? What?" Rylee was taken aback by his voice and looked up at him.

He appeared calm as if he hadn't just stolen a kiss from her. Okay, she was probably daydreaming.

"What made you decide to stop? Is that a signal for me to carry you?" Timothy's brow furrowed as he considered such an idea.

"Will you carry me? Like a princess?" Rylee's lust was sparked, and she smiled evilly.

But Timothy smacked her dream to the ground, saying, "Keep dreaming, or wait until you grow prettier!"

But Timothy smacked her dream to the ground, saying, "Keep dreaming, or wait until you grow prettier!"

Rylee frowned and grimaced behind him as he spoke. 'You're a jerk, Timothy Wheeler! Do you have to remind me that I'm not attractive?' She cursed him inwardly.

Timothy abruptly came to a halt at this point, which surprised Rylee; she immediately resumed her normal expression. 'Damn, does he have a pair of eyes on his back or what?'

"Do you have to?" Timothy sighed, his back facing her.

"Huh?" What was it that he said all of a sudden?

"Do you have to cry just because I'm not carrying you?"

'Huh? No, I'm not crying! And I would not cry just because of that; Rylee Carroll is not a cry baby! Shit!' Rylee considered this as she pointed her finger at the tip of her nose.

"Woman..." Timothy sighed as he knelt and waved his right arm at her.

"What are you up to?" Rylee looked at his back with interest, and just as she was about to tilt her head to look at his face, his arm landed on her calves, and she fell onto his back.

"Ah…" What was the situation? How did she end up riding on Timothy's back?

walking as if she weighed nothing, while Rylee couldn't

why are you doing this? I can walk," Rylee said as she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing

wrong again, that wasn't a slap but a

to carry you.

and when did you see me cry? Put me down; I don't need you

a trouble, you cried your heart out

couldn't think of anything to say. So, if Timothy

to piggyback her!

nearly collapsed as he turned to face them! "Holy shit!"

piggybacking Rylee Carroll! What the hell? How pompous is Rylee, riding on

is much better!" He said to his colleague on

you? Daughter

silly a daughter is, a miracle may occur and she may be able to marry a good man!" Armand added to his

…

and far inferior to celebrities and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by beautiful women, so why

heater!" Rylee said this as she leaned in close to Timothy's ear to get a better look

breath blew into Timothy's ear as she spoke, raising his

to do with the fact that you

about staying warm in my bed during the winter,"

Rylee's eyes widened as she realized what he meant, "Why would

be certain of that..." Timothy

"What?"

than a pig! Did you ingest

I'm not skinny for my height, but I'm not as fat as a pig! I'm a little chubby; maybe I should just kill myself instead of being fat-shamed by you!" She yelled as she continued to pat Timothy's

other hand, was thoroughly entertained by

look at those horses! I want to go horseback riding; put me down; I want to talk

held his breath as her breasts rubbed against his back, he couldn't help but squeeze her buttock. Rylee, on

and dashed up

said

Timothy handed over all of the bags to Armand before following Rylee behind her

to the horses, stopping in the middle to gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand and

other hand, walked gracefully with both hands in his pockets, as if waving in the

lake was crystal clear, revealing

skipping happily in front of him, he closed his eyes and enjoyed every moment of

stood in front of a red rum horse, unsure

rider?" Timothy approached the horse