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

she slapped Timothy's on the head, causing

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

"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

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

cried your heart out but denied," Timothy

think of anything to say. So, if Timothy said she cried, she would simply

to piggyback her! Oh, no! He was such a self-centered

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

that our boss, or what? He's piggybacking Rylee Carroll! What the

daughter is much better!" He said to his colleague on

you? Daughter is

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 women, so why did

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

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

have anything to do with the fact

warm in my bed during

Rylee's eyes widened as she realized what he meant, "Why would I want to stay warm in

that..." Timothy

"What?"

said you weighed more than a pig! Did you

twenty pounds! I know I'm not skinny for my height, but I'm not as fat as

hand, was thoroughly entertained

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

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

jumped off Timothy's back and dashed up to the

Arman said as he

over all of the bags to Armand before following Rylee

gather some flowers and leaves. She took them in her hand and turned to face Timothy. "Come up here, let's go horseback riding!" She said this while waving

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

was crystal clear, revealing the

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

let's go!" Rylee stood in front of a red rum horse, unsure whether to approach; thus, she waved at

approached the horse