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?

body alone and continued walking as if she weighed nothing, while Rylee couldn't see

on the head, causing him to turn his head around. "How

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

refused to carry you. Okay, I'll do a good deed today and carry you for a little while," he smiled

down; I don't need

woman is such a trouble, you cried your

Timothy said she cried, she would

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

waiting at the destination, nearly collapsed as he turned to face them! "Holy shit!" He

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

is much better!"

you concur, don't you?

a miracle may occur and she may be able to marry a good man!" Armand added to his explanation as he looked at Timothy and

…

and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by beautiful women, so why

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 he was happy or angry, but she didn't have a giraffe's neck to go around

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

to do with the fact

staying warm in my bed during the winter," Timothy

worry, I..." Rylee's eyes widened as she realized what he meant, "Why would I want to

can't be certain of that..." Timothy

"What?"

weighed more than a pig! Did

but I'm not as fat as a pig! I'm a

thoroughly entertained by

put me down; I want to talk to that big horse!" Rylee wriggled on

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

back and dashed

Arman said

Timothy handed over all of the bags to Armand

the horses, stopping in the middle to 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 this while waving at

walked gracefully with both hands

clear, revealing

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

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

approached the