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 his

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

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

Timothy returned 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," he smiled as

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

such a trouble, you cried your heart out but denied," Timothy

if Timothy

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

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

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

daughter is much

you concur, don't you? Daughter

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

…

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

to Timothy's ear to

blew into Timothy's ear as

do with the fact that you practice

warm in my bed during the

eyes widened as she realized what he meant, "Why would I want to

certain of that..." Timothy gave a

"What?"

weighed more than a pig! Did you ingest a stone or

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

other hand, was thoroughly entertained by her response, and he

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

her breasts rubbed against his back, he couldn't help but squeeze her buttock. Rylee, on the other hand, was completely unconcerned because her attention was now solely on

and dashed up to the

Arman said

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

her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come up here, let's go

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

clear, revealing the lake's green

life he yearned for looking at the girl skipping happily in front of him, he closed his eyes and enjoyed every moment

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

a horseback rider?" Timothy approached the horse and stroked