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?

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

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

slap but a loving touch,

can you be? Crying because I refused to carry you. Okay, I'll

Put me down; I don't need you to piggyback and slander

trouble, you cried your heart out but denied," Timothy remarked

So, if Timothy said she

to piggyback

at the destination, nearly collapsed as he turned to face them! "Holy shit!" He cursed as he clung

what? He's piggybacking Rylee Carroll! What the hell? How pompous is Rylee, riding

daughter is much better!"

concur, don't you? Daughter is lovely

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

…

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

leaned in close to Timothy's ear to get a better look at his expression. She wanted to

into Timothy's ear as she spoke,

do with the

about staying warm in my bed during the winter,"

meant, "Why would I want to stay warm in your

can't be certain of that..." Timothy

"What?"

more than a pig! Did you ingest a stone or

twenty pounds! I know I'm not skinny for my height, but I'm not as fat as a pig! I'm a little chubby; maybe I should just kill myself instead of being fat-shamed by you!" She

entertained by her response, and he discreetly

riding; put me down; I want to talk to that big horse!" Rylee wriggled on Timothy's back, trying to get

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

off Timothy's back and dashed up to

said as

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

them in her hand and turned to face Timothy.

hands in his pockets, as if

crystal clear, revealing the lake's green

felt this was the perfect life he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily in front of him, he closed his

front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to approach; thus, she waved at Timothy for

rider?" Timothy approached the horse and stroked