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 see his smiling

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

got it wrong again, that wasn't a slap but a

"How embarrassing can you be? Crying because I refused to carry you. Okay, I'll do a

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

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

So, if Timothy said she cried, she would simply admit

jerk, said it as if she begged him to piggyback her! Oh, no! He was such a self-centered

as he turned to face them! "Holy shit!" He cursed as he clung to a tree to

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

a daughter is much better!" He said to his

you concur, don't you? Daughter is lovely

may be able to marry a good man!" Armand added to his explanation

…

not beautiful and far inferior to celebrities and ladies from wealthy families.

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

into Timothy's ear as she

to do with the fact

warm in my bed during the winter," Timothy

eyes widened as she realized what he meant, "Why would I want to stay warm in

be certain of that..."

"What?"

more than a pig! Did you ingest

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; maybe I should

hand, was thoroughly entertained by

horseback riding; put me down; I want to talk to that

her buttock. Rylee,

and dashed

said

of the bags to Armand before following Rylee

middle to gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come up here,

gracefully with both hands in

lake was crystal clear,

perfect life he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily in front of him, he closed his

a red rum horse, unsure whether to approach;

a horseback rider?" Timothy approached the horse