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?

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

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

it wrong again, that wasn't a slap but a loving touch, a gentle loving touch, haha," Rylee

"How embarrassing can you be? Crying because I refused to carry you. Okay,

cry? Put me down;

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

say. So, if Timothy said she cried, she would simply

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

turned to face them!

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

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

you concur, don't you? Daughter is lovely and

silly a daughter is, a miracle may occur and she may be able to marry

…

inferior to celebrities and ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was surrounded by beautiful women,

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.

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

have anything to do with

think about staying warm in my bed during the

he meant, "Why would I want to

can't be certain of that..."

"What?"

a pig! Did

fat as a pig! I'm a little chubby; maybe I should just kill myself

thoroughly entertained by her response, and he

want to talk

buttock. Rylee, on

jumped off Timothy's back and dashed

said

go." Timothy handed over all of the bags to Armand before following Rylee behind her

leaves. She took them in her hand and turned to face

hands in his pockets, as

crystal clear, revealing the lake's

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

a red rum horse, unsure

approached the horse and stroked