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,

walk," Rylee said as she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing him to turn his head around. "How dare you slap my

that wasn't a slap but a

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

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

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

So, if Timothy

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

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

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

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

concur, don't you? Daughter

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

…

who was not beautiful and far inferior to celebrities and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by beautiful women, so why did he ignore them

entire body on Timothy's back, feeling 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

breath blew into Timothy's ear as she spoke,

do with the fact that you practice

about staying warm in my bed

eyes widened as she realized what he meant,

be certain of that..." Timothy gave a casual

"What?"

you weighed more than a pig! Did you ingest a

I know I'm not skinny for my height, but I'm not as fat as a

hand, was thoroughly entertained by her

to go horseback riding; put me down; I want to talk to that big horse!"

her breasts rubbed against his back, he couldn't help but squeeze her buttock. Rylee, on the other hand, was completely unconcerned because her attention was

and dashed

Arman said as he

the bags to

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

gracefully with both hands in his pockets, as if waving in

clear, revealing the lake's

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

riding, let's go!" Rylee stood in front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to approach; thus, she waved at Timothy

rider?" Timothy approached the horse and stroked