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?

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

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

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

that, Timothy returned to the front. "How embarrassing can you be? Crying because I refused to carry you. Okay, I'll do a good deed today and carry

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

trouble, you cried your

of anything to say. So, if Timothy said she cried, she would simply

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

the destination, nearly collapsed as he turned to face them!

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

is much better!" He said to his

concur, don't you?

she may be able to marry a good man!" Armand

…

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

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 and check his

ear as

with the fact

bed during the winter," Timothy said as he

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

of that..." Timothy

"What?"

you weighed more than a pig! Did you ingest a stone or

for my height, but I'm not as fat as a pig! I'm a little chubby; maybe I should just kill myself

hand, was thoroughly entertained by

I want to

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

jumped off Timothy's back and dashed up

Arman said as he

go." Timothy handed over all of the bags to

She took them in her hand and

with both hands in his pockets, as if waving in

lake was crystal clear,

looking at the girl skipping happily in front

stood in front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to approach;

rider?" Timothy approached the horse