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?

continued walking as if she

said as she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing him to turn his head around. "How dare

that wasn't a slap but a loving touch, a gentle loving touch, haha," Rylee

embarrassing can you be? Crying because I refused to carry you.

me cry? Put me down; I don't need you to piggyback and slander me! I did not cry

woman is such a trouble, you cried your heart out but

Timothy said she cried, she

she begged him to piggyback

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

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

agree now that having a daughter is much better!" He said to his colleague

you concur, don't you? Daughter is lovely

be able to marry a good man!" Armand added to his explanation as he looked

…

and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by

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 he was happy or angry, but she

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

that have anything to do with the fact that

bed

as she realized what he meant,

can't be certain of that..." Timothy gave a casual

"What?"

more than a pig! Did you ingest a stone or

I'm not as fat as a pig! I'm a little chubby;

other hand, was thoroughly entertained by her response, and he

down; I want to talk to that big horse!" Rylee wriggled on Timothy's back, trying to

breasts rubbed against his back, he couldn't help but squeeze her buttock. Rylee, on the other hand, was completely unconcerned because her attention

jumped off Timothy's back and dashed up to the

Arman said

all of the bags to Armand before following Rylee behind her

gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come up here, let's go horseback riding!" She said

hands in his

crystal clear, revealing

girl skipping happily in front of him, he closed his eyes

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

approached the horse