Wolf President Hooks Up

Chapter 662: Where Are My Clothes?

She used all her strength to open the quilt only to saw the naked Timothy sleeping soundly!

Sleeping by her side... like conjoined twins!

The two of them were both naked. The man hugged her tightly, sleeping with her under the same quilt... And she was seeing early in the morning when she woke up...

Arrrrgggghhh!

Rylee screamed out in mad.

Timothy frowned because of her screaming, but he didn't open his eyes. He wrapped his arms around Rylee a little tighter, and murmured, “I'm too tired... I need more sleep… Don’t make any noise…”

Rylee was dragged closer to his body by him. she was still sensitive, and immediately felt something like a hard stick was pointing at her!

Based on her initial feeling, that thing was not only hard, but also huge!

Bang!

Realizing what that was, Rylee freaked out again!

“WTF! What's going on! Ah!!!! I'm freaking out! What the hell is going on!”

Rylee flapped her limbs frantically, rolled off the bed, banged to the ground, got up in horror, and fled a few meters away as if Timothy was the Satan from hell. She then yelled out like crazy while staring at the handsome man, “Timothy! You fucking bastard! What the hell is going on! Tell me the truth! Or else I'll kill you!”

Rylee's voice was so high-pitched, just like the siren, that made Timothy's ears keep on buzzing.

“Just shut up!”

He murmured habitually and opened his beautiful slim eyes.

Uh... The Timothy was lying on the bed, so handsome and perfect just like the Sculpture David.

Both of them were human, but how could he be so sexy when he open his eyes?

His eyelashes were flickering, so long and so attractive!

Why did the god offer him such long eyelashes!

Rylee was standing against the wall, still thinking about all these nonsenses. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Rylee swallowed the saliva in the corner of her mouth, but still yelled angrily, “I told you, Timothy! Don't even imagine you can say that I'm the guilty one harassing you just because you are hot! Don't think you can tarnish me just because you are a godfather! Don't think...”

“You're still standing there and showing off your body… Are you implying me that you want a morning sex very much?”

Timothy opened his eyes and spoke word by word slowly.

The lazy tones, the bewitching gestures, and the wicked smiles were so evil...

“What?”

Rylee was a little confused by his words.

What did he say?

She was implying something?

What was she doing?

She then looked down at herself while thinking about his words...

Rylee took a deep breath and jumped up in the sky, “Damn! What the fuck am I doing!”

She… she… she turned out to be naked.

Compared to standing in front of her and showing off her body at the moment, she preferred lying in his arms just now.

At least, there’s something that man couldn’t see.

Timothy chuckled, while Rylee was trying to hide herself frantically.

Under the table? In the closet? Or maybe she could lift up the rug and wrap herself around like a zombie?

After searching around for the hiding place and letting Timothy enjoy a hot show, the girl finally hid behind the sofa with only her small head be seen. Still, she was yelling in anger, “Timothy! Where's my clothes! Get them for me! The bloody Clothes!”

Timothy raised his brows and sighed, “Oh, my dear lady, it's really a tough job to serve you.”

“Clothes! Clothes! Cut the crap! Get them for me!”

Rylee was even biting her fingers from the back of the sofa.

It's so wrong. Everything was so messed up!

How could this morning be so chaotic and embarrassing when she opened her eyes?

Oh, dear god, please turn this into a dream!

Let her wake up in a second.

“Okay, fine, I will follow your command and get you your clothes.”

Timothy emphasized his promise dotingly and stood up.

Suddenly, Rylee's eyes widened.

My holy mother of lord!

She didn't pay much attention to him, but now… When she could observe this Timothy closely, she didn’t expect him to be so tall!

So majestic!

So attractive!

The… thing… to be so scary!

Rylee stared at his body for a few seconds before realizing it. Her little hands then covered her eyes rapidly and cried out, “Clothes! Why don't you wear the bloody clothes! You rascal!”

Timothy frowned, not knowing how to react to her words, “Oh come on, do we need that poor fabric thing between you and me?”

Haven't they done everything that should be done?

And more than once last night...

Rylee bumped her head against the sofa, “Get dressed quickly!”

“Okay, fine, fine, fine… I'll get dressed now.”

Timothy had no choice but to put on his lounge pants, walk to the closet, find Rylee's clothes, and throw them to her.

“Don't come here! Don’t look at me! Turn around! Shut your eyes!”

Rylee grabs the clothes, and quickly sort them out.

Timothy turned around obediently, combed his hair with his hands, and sighed, “Do you want me to dress it for you?”

“No need!!”

Rylee almost freaked out again by this bastard.

“I think...” Timothy mused.

“STFU! You are not allowed to turn around!”

“Couldn’t I even say a word?”

“Just look at what the crap are you talking! Just shut up! It's so annoying!”

Rylee felt that she was no longer a normal girl. Every woman would not cry so hard while facing such a terrible thing, to lament her sadness of being fooled all night?

She didn't even cry.

Timothy rubbed his nose. He had let out all his desire and tiredness thanks to the night they spent together. Now, he had returned to his best status. He was now unbelievably attractive.

“I think you'd better take a bath first, last night...”

Rylee froze.

After a few seconds, she screamed out madly with her hands waving, “Timothy! How dare you talk about last night! I'm going to ripe you apart! Get out! Get out!”

Timothy turned around and grinned, “But this is my room.”

Rylee thumped on the sofa, powerlessly, “If you don't get out, I'm going to be pissed. Get out!”

“Noisy.”

Timothy scratched his ears and walked out leisurely.

Hearing the door closed, Rylee immediately got out of the sofa, without any clothes of course. When she was about to go to the bathroom, the door opened again. It was Timothy who got his head in.

“Ahhh! You rascal! Didn't you go out? Why did you come in again!”

Rylee was terrified and quickly covered herself with her clothes, with her cheeks flushed.

Timothy gave her a gentle smile and said, “I just come in to tell you that the bathtub has massage function. By the way, everything you need for a bubble bath is next to it.”

Gritted her teeth, Rylee's face turned purple because of anger, “Got it! Hurry up and get out of here!”

Timothy raised his eyebrows and smiled, “Well, I am just saying...You're in good shape. Although a little plump, I love the way it is.”

Rylee was so mad that she threw her clothes at Timothy, regardless of her dignity or anything.

Timothy quickly shut the door and fled.

Rylee went into the bathroom dejectedly.

She wanted to lock it, but after thinking, there’s no difference between locking the door and letting it open.

Rylee dipped into the warm water, letting the warm water soothe her tense nerves.

“Uh...it's burning, it hurts...”

Only then did she realize that both her legs were aching, especially...the thigh...

Unbearably aching!

Her back was aching too.

When she calmed down, there was sore and pain everywhere in her body.

She felt like she was torn apart last night and then reassembled.

Her little hand, quietly touching below...

“Fizz!”

She immediately frowned and breathed in wildly.

Damn, the lower body must be swollen. Just touching it, she could feel the pain.

“Last night...Did I... really do that… with Mr. Wheeler? Oh, how could we do that! Oh, come on! I will die of shame! How can I do such a thing! It’s mad, it’s so fucking mad!”

Rylee slapped her head with her hands, grimacing.

What the hell happened yesterday?

She could only remember that she felt extremely dizzy when she was somewhere near the bus stop. But there’s no memory of what’s coming next.

Putting on a painful expression, Rylee tried to rewind what had happened. But her mind was so messed up, and there seemed to be memory fragments of the hotel in vague.

Why did she suddenly pass out?

Since she lost conscious, shouldn't she be sent to the hospital?

Why did she appear in Timothy's bed, and it seemed that they were having so much fun last night!

Rylee really wanted to drown herself.

After taking a bath, it took a long time for her to change her clothes and walk out slowly.

she really didn't want to face the truth.

It was so cruel.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she saw Timothy in another outfit.

Obviously, he had taken a shower in the other room. His hair was slightly wet, and he was wearing off- white pajamas, which made his face even more glorious.

Beautiful and seducing!

That’s right! This guy was a pure Succubus!

Rylee puffed out her cheeks, walked over, sat hard on the sofa, glared at Timothy, and said angrily, “Explain! What the hell happened yesterday! Why did I come to your place!”

And even get laid... She wasn’t really brave enough to say these words.

Timothy handed Rylee a glass of milk and said lightly, “Drink some milk first. There’s red dates inside.”

Rylee subconsciously wanted to take it. But thinking that this was given by the man who had just slept her, she immediately retracted her hands and turned her face away.

Huh, Never!

Don't think that you will be forgiven of what you had done last night by using this little help! That will not happen!

Timothy sat across from her with a serious expression, “Okay, I'll tell you everything I know. Armand went to pick you up at school yesterday, but he couldn't find you. So he called you in the phone. But you didn’t pick us up after a long time. In the phone, your voice was very weak, and you were saying that you felt very uncomfortable. Then you quickly hanged up the phone. I was guessing that you were in trouble, so I tracked you down and rushed to the hotel where you were staying. When I got there, you almost lost conscious. Your face was red, and you were breathing harshly. After taking you back here, the doctor said that you have been given an aphrodisiac after the examination.”

“Aphrodisiac!”

Rylee gasped.

“Well, put it in a simple way; you were given sex drug.”

“Ah! Come on?”