I'm His Crush(1)

Author: Yueyang Yue Ya

I got married real quick.

After my bestie told me about the guy, I was sure it was him.

When we first met, I took my premarital agreement with me.

It just so happened that he felt the same way I did. He took out his premarital agreement at the dining table.

We exchanged the agreements, and both were satisfied.

We agreed that after marriage, we would maintain our economic, work, and life independence without interfering with or influencing each other.

To put it simply, it was a marriage of convenience.

Then we went straight through the marriage formalities.

Unexpectedly, the marriage lasted for less than half a year.

1

My husband was Kingston Wesley. He was 5.9 feet tall, with bushy eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose.

He was a perfect match for me.

He was two years younger than me and had got more education than me. He just got his master's degree a year ago, and now he was working in a big Internet company.

I was pleased with him. He had a high IQ, was a good communicator, worked long hours, and was not annoying.

My bestie Cora told me that the only weird thing about him was that he'd never been in a relationship with anyone.

It was outrageous.

Could he be gay?

Cora wasn't sure about that, but she reassured me that the man wasn't a womanizer. She said I was just looking for a man for a marriage of convenience anyway, and I should respect his choice of love.

Cora was right.

So I added a clause to the prenuptial agreement: don't take anyone home. Take care of any physical needs outside.

After getting the marriage certificate, I kindly reminded him, "Be careful when you go out."

He froze for a moment and then nodded. "You too."

But a few days later, when I got home from work, I saw him hugging a woman.

The moment I opened the door, my groceries fell to the ground.

I was embarrassed and ready to leave.

But I immediately realized it was my house.

After Kingston and I got our marriage license, we decided to live together temporarily under pressure from our parents.

How could a young man afford a house after working for less than a year? So he moved in with me.

Of course, he paid me market value every month.

So at this point, it was obvious that the couple should get out.

I coughed lightly in the doorway, crossed my arms over my chest, and coldly watched them hugging on the sofa.

The woman stood up awkwardly, and with her back to me, she straightened her clothes and smoothed her hair.

Kingston, however, was not embarrassed at all. Instead, his eyes lit up as he said, "Ann, you're back!"

He usually called me Miss Smith.

I felt embarrassed instead.

I cleared my throat and was about to speak.

The woman asked sweetly, "Kingston, is she your landlady?"

She leaned on Kingston, consciously or unconsciously, as she spoke.

Damn it.

What a sub girl.

Kingston walked over and put his arm around my shoulder. "Ms. Hanks, let me introduce her to you. This is my wife, Anna Smith."

Ms. Hanks sneered with disbelief and deliberately said, "Wife? Who are you kidding? Kingston, you never said you were married in the office."

I rolled my eyes and said grumpily, "Does he need to wear a marriage license around his neck every day he goes to work?"

I raised my head and shot Kingston a warning look. "Are you using me?"

I never thought he'd take advantage of the situation.

He lowered his head and kissed me on the forehead.

Before I could react, he pressed my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Hanks. Ann and I just got our marriage license. I was going to invite everyone to dinner after the pandemic and introduce her to you."

...

I elbowed him and said through gritted teeth, "Well, Ms. Hanks, please don't run around during the pandemic. What if you get me infected?"

Her face gradually turned red, the color of her Dior Rouge 999 lipstick.

I chuckled, deliberately wrapped my arms around Kingston's waist, and sweetly said, "Kingston will feel so sad for me."

Kingston had a really lean waist.

The door slammed shut.

Kingston walked over happily and wanted to give me a high five.

For some reason, I played along, but I was going to wait for him to explain with my arms crossed.

Good looks made me lose my mind.

He was so cute when he smiled just now. Why did he always have a poker face?

"Well, go to the door and get my groceries."

2

Kingston walked up to me with my foodstuffs.

I finally succeeded in waking myself up and began to speak sarcastically.

"Anyway, we've got our marriage license. You can't cheat on me like that, can you? You make me look like a pushover."

I took my stuff from him.

That was when he suddenly realized it.

"I'm sorry, Miss Smith. That's my team manager. She was here to get the materials. She said it was too cold outside, so she insisted on following me home."

He looked at me and added, "I'm not cheating on you. I don't like her."

I didn't ask him if he liked her. We just had a marriage of convenience. Why did he have to explain so much?

Besides, I knew he didn't like women.

But my mood immediately improved. I nodded and said, "I don't care about that. We don't have anything to do with each other, but she dirtied my house. You clean up this week."

I had to get him to do something for me, so I could feel better.

"Okay. I'm sorry for offending you just now. I'll do the cleaning this month."

Good boy!

I felt satisfied.

I didn't want to come across as aggressive, so I asked, "Are you going to work overtime later?"

"It's so late. I'll call it a day."

After that, he looked at me as if he wanted to say something more.

...

I looked at what was in my hand.

Logically speaking, I should have invited him to dinner.

But I said, "Then go get something to eat." I even explained embarrassedly, "I'm not a good cook, so I won't keep you here."

He was going to nod at the first thing I said.

I never thought my last sentence would be gilding the lily. "I'll cook, then," he said helplessly.

I immediately dropped the bag of groceries and left the kitchen to him.

Although we had registered our marriage and were living together, I had never communicated with him before.

Apart from a brief introduction to each other about our backgrounds and a friendly meeting with each other's parents, we never talked about anything serious.

Today was the first time we'd talked that much.

I knew I wasn't good at cooking, so I stood aside and helped wash the vegetables. I watched Kingston cook smoother than my mother.

He looked so handsome when he cooked carefully.

"Now, Miss Smith, stop washing. You've washed the leaves to pieces," he said as he pulled me away with a look of annoyance. He then took care of everything in the kitchen.

Seeing my frown, he handed me a spoon.

"What's this spoon for?"

"Miss Smith, just wait here and try the dishes."

"No."

"Huh?"

"Don't call me Miss Smith." I liked it when he just called me Ann.

"Okay, Anna."

Well, that was fine.

I was embarrassed to wait for dinner. So I stood at the kitchen door and taught him, a green hand in the workplace, some precious life lessons.

"That Ms. Hanks wants to sleep with you. Be careful. Women like her like good-looking young men."

Kingston was busy cooking. "I'm not young. I'm 25."

"A man of your age is energetic. That's what those women see in you."

"So that's what you see in me too?" Kingston looked up at me and asked with a smile.

"I?"

I was not one of them... Well, I was.

But I was not sexually attracted to him.

"We're married. It's different."

I smacked my lips. Seeing that he didn't believe me, I could only say, "What I like is that you don't like girls."

He looked shocked. I didn't know if he felt caught, but he cut his finger.

Suddenly, his finger bled.

"How can you be so careless?" I took his hand and quickly washed it in the water.

Then I ran to get the first aid kit.

3

"It's no big deal if you don't like girls. It happens all the time now. Do you have to panic?"

I made an ugly bow with gauze.

When I looked up again, I saw Kingston looking at me with a frown.

I got it. He must be feeling inferior.

I patted him on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry. I respect you."

He brushed my hand away. "Anna, your best friend told you I didn't like women?"

I smiled awkwardly and said, "How could she say such a thing? I'm just making a reasonable assumption."

"What makes you think so?"

"Cora said that you have never been in a relationship. I can't think of any other reason."

Kingston glared at me. "No!"

He turned his face away, his voice full of resentment.

"That's because I have an appointment with someone else."

What?!

What did he mean? He was straight?

And I was made the other woman?

Give me a break!

All I wanted was a marriage of convenience!

"Tell me what's going on!" I forced him to look at me.

It turned out that I was really made the other woman. I was so angry that I slammed the table.

He had a childhood sweetheart who had been separated from him for many years.

The woman was his former neighbor and the leader of a group of children in the neighborhood.

When he was a child, she was often sick and bullied by the children.

His childhood sweetheart protected him, bandaged him when he was hurt, and helped him beat up his bullies.

Those naughty kids were held down and beaten by her, so all they could do was say they were dating.

Unexpectedly, the girl was bold enough to take Kingston in her arms and announce to the children that he was hers.

She even said she would marry him when he turned 24.

I looked at Kingston with my mouth agape.

"Damn it, why didn't she marry you?" I would be glad if she married me.

Kingston was silent for a moment. "She moved away a year later. Before she left, she said she would come to me. I waited all these years, but she didn't show up."

"So you married me when you were 25 because she didn't come to you when you were 24?"

So I was a backup?

...

Kingston looked sadly out of the window at the moon. "Perhaps she has forgotten me."

I couldn't pretend it didn't happen.

"Go, let's get a divorce."

Kingston looked at me blankly, puzzled.

I tapped him on the head and said, "How dare you be so confused? You jerk! You should keep your virginity and wait for her!"

After a moment's hesitation, he replied, "I, I'm doing it. We agreed that we wouldn't interfere in each other's lives."

Oh, yes, we were not gonna make physical contact.

"But you're married. What if she comes to you? How disappointed would she be?!"

"Isn't, isn't this a marriage of convenience? The agreement says we can divorce as long as it doesn't hurt each other's interests."

He was right. Divorce was easy.

He looked at me, puzzled, and said, "Anna, we got married because our parents kept pushing us. Our marriage is nothing but a quick fix."

...

Why did I get a lump in my throat knowing there was another woman in his heart, even though we were in a marriage of convenience?

I was embarrassed by my reaction.

I looked at Kingston's innocent face and parted my lips.

But what could I say against him?

I waved my hand and went back to my room.

I closed the door and threw myself into bed, upset.

After a while, Kingston knocked on my door and said, "Miss... Anna? Dinner is ready. Come out and eat."

I seethed silently in my room. "I'm not eating. I'm ready for bed."

Kingston replied with an "oh" and left without saying anything.

I suddenly sat up.

Why didn't he try again? He was insincere.

But on second thought, it made sense. We were just in a marriage of convenience, and we didn't know each other very well. He didn't have to go that far.

Stop overthinking. I meant nothing to him.

It never occurred to me that my asking for divorce would be a slap in the face.

...

The next day, I started thinking about getting Kingston.