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 weighed nothing, while Rylee couldn't see his

you doing this? I can walk," Rylee said as she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing him to turn his head around. "How

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

refused to carry you. Okay, I'll do a good

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

you cried your

Timothy said she

to piggyback

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

or what? He's piggybacking Rylee Carroll! What the

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

you?

be able to marry a

…

example, Rylee, who was not beautiful and far inferior to celebrities and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by beautiful women,

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 a better look at his expression. She wanted to see if

Timothy's ear as

do with

about staying warm in my bed during the winter," Timothy said as

what he meant, "Why would I want to stay warm in your bed?

that..." Timothy gave

"What?"

said you weighed more than a pig!

and twenty pounds! I know I'm not skinny for my height, but I'm not as fat

hand, was thoroughly entertained by her response,

me down; I want to talk to

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

Timothy's back and dashed

Arman said as

the bags to Armand before following

She took them in her hand and turned to face

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

clear,

was the perfect life he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily in front of him, he closed his eyes and enjoyed every moment of

in front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to approach; thus, she waved

approached the horse