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?

as if she weighed nothing, while Rylee couldn't see his

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

but a loving

you. Okay, I'll do a good deed today and carry you for a little while," he smiled as

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

is such a trouble, you cried your heart out but

say. So, if Timothy said she

that jerk, said it as if she begged him to piggyback her! Oh, no! He was such a

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

What the

that having a daughter is much better!" He said to his

you concur, don't you? Daughter

she may be able to marry a good man!"

…

ladies from wealthy families. Timothy was

entire body on Timothy's back, feeling his body temperature 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. She wanted to see if he was happy or angry, but she didn't have a giraffe's neck to go around and check

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

that have anything to do with the

my bed during the

what he meant, "Why would

be certain of that..." Timothy

"What?"

than a pig!

"I'm not overweight at all! I weigh only a 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

thoroughly entertained by her response, and he

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

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

Timothy's back and dashed up to

Arman said

Timothy handed over all of the bags to Armand before following Rylee behind

the middle to gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come up here, let's

both hands in

crystal clear, revealing the

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

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

you a horseback rider?" Timothy approached the horse