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

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

wasn't a slap but a loving touch, a gentle loving

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

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

is such a trouble, you cried your heart out but

say. So, if Timothy

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

turned to face them! "Holy

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

is much better!" He said to his colleague

you concur, don't you? Daughter is

occur and she may be able

…

wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by beautiful women, so why did he ignore them and

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

ear as she spoke,

have anything to do with

in my bed during the winter," Timothy said

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

of that..."

"What?"

pig! Did

I'm 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!" She yelled as she

thoroughly entertained by her response, and

to go horseback riding; put me down; I want

his back, he couldn't help but squeeze her buttock.

off Timothy's back and dashed

Arman said as he

all of the bags to Armand before following Rylee behind her

to gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand

both hands in his pockets, as if waving in

was crystal clear, revealing the lake's green

was the perfect life he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily

a red rum horse, unsure whether to

rider?" Timothy approached the horse and stroked it