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?

as if she weighed nothing, while Rylee couldn't see his

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

a slap but a loving touch,

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

me down; I don't need you to

is such a trouble, you cried your heart out but denied,"

anything to say. So, if Timothy said she

him to piggyback her! Oh, no! He was such a self-centered

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

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

daughter is much better!" He said

you? Daughter is lovely and

and she may be able to marry a

…

Rylee, who was not beautiful and far inferior to celebrities and ladies from wealthy families.

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

Timothy's ear as she spoke, raising his

anything to do with the fact

warm in my bed

widened as she realized what he meant,

certain of that..." Timothy gave

"What?"

weighed more than a pig! Did you ingest a stone

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!"

other hand, was thoroughly entertained by

me down; I want to talk to that big horse!"

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

Timothy's back and dashed up to the

said as

you go." Timothy handed over all of the bags to Armand before following Rylee behind her

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

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

was crystal clear, revealing the lake's green

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

in front of a red rum

Timothy approached the horse and