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

slapped Timothy's on the head,

a slap but a loving touch, a gentle loving touch,

you. Okay, I'll do a good deed today and carry you for

cry? Put me down;

trouble, you cried your heart out but denied,"

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

if she begged him to

face them! "Holy

boss, or what? He's piggybacking Rylee Carroll! What the hell? How pompous is Rylee, riding on

much better!"

don't you? Daughter is lovely and

ugly or silly a daughter is, a miracle may occur and she may be able to marry a good

…

was not beautiful and far inferior to celebrities and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by beautiful women,

entire body on Timothy's back, feeling his body temperature on her stomach. "Timothy, you keep me warm like a heater!" Rylee said this as she leaned in close to Timothy's ear to get a better look at his expression. She wanted to see if

ear as she spoke, raising his body

do with the

warm in my bed during the winter,"

realized what he meant, "Why

that..."

"What?"

more than a pig! Did you ingest a

enraged. "I'm not overweight at all! I weigh only a hundred and twenty pounds! I know I'm not skinny for my height, but I'm not as fat as a pig! I'm a little chubby;

hand, was thoroughly entertained

horseback riding; put me down; I want to

her buttock. Rylee, on the other hand, was completely unconcerned because her attention was now solely on the

back and dashed up

said as he

the bags to Armand before following Rylee

in her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come up here, let's go

hands in his pockets, as if waving in

was crystal clear, revealing the lake's

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

riding, let's go!" Rylee stood in front of a red rum horse,

rider?" Timothy approached the horse and