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, while Rylee couldn't see

I can walk," Rylee said as she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing him to turn his head

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

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

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

cried your heart out but denied,"

to say. So, if Timothy said she cried, she would simply admit that

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

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

piggybacking Rylee Carroll! What the hell? How pompous is Rylee, riding on

much better!" He said to

you? Daughter

or silly a daughter is, a miracle may occur and she may be able to marry a good man!" Armand

…

families. Timothy was

me warm like a heater!" Rylee said this as she leaned in close to Timothy's ear to

ear

anything to do with the fact that you practice

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

widened as she realized what he meant,

that..." Timothy gave a

"What?"

weighed more than a pig! Did you

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

entertained by

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

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

off Timothy's back and

Arman said as he

the bags to Armand before following

over to the horses, stopping in the middle to gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come

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

was crystal clear, revealing

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

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

approached the