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

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

a loving touch,

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 you for a little while,"

irritated, "I'm not crying and when did you see me cry? Put me down; I don't need you to

you cried your heart out but denied," Timothy remarked

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

it as if she begged him to piggyback her! Oh, no! He

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

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

you concur, don't you?

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

…

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

close to Timothy's ear to get a better look at his expression. She wanted to see if he was happy or

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

to do with the fact that you practice

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

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

be certain of that..." Timothy

"What?"

pig! Did

hundred and 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 yelled as she

thoroughly entertained by her response,

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

couldn't help but squeeze her buttock. Rylee, on the other hand, was completely unconcerned because

back and

Arman said as he

all of the bags to Armand before following Rylee

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 up here, let's

on the other hand, walked gracefully with both hands in his

clear,

the perfect life he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily in front

riding, let's go!" Rylee stood in front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to

you a horseback rider?" Timothy approached the horse