MISS-DIRECTION

NO IS NOT AN ANSWER

Kathrine remained still long after Joseph had left the room.

The water in the bowl had begun to cool, but she barely noticed. Her eyes stayed fixed on the half-open door, as though she expected him to walk back in and apologize for what he had done.

Or rather… for what he had refused to do.

No one had ever walked away from her before.

Not her maids. Not the chauffeurs. Not the gardeners. Not even her father, who buried his guilt beneath expensive gifts and endless freedom.

People obeyed Kathrine.

That was the natural order of things.

Yet Adrian had looked her directly in the eye and said no.

The thought burned through her chest like hot coal.

“How dare he,” she muttered under her breath, clenching her jaw.

She stood abruptly, causing the bowl of water to tip slightly onto the floor. Her heart beat unevenly, tangled between humiliation and something far more confusing.

She paced around the room angrily.

“Who does he think he is?” she hissed, grabbing her hairbrush and throwing it onto the bed. “A servant refusing me?”

But even as the anger spilled from her lips, another voice quietly rose inside her mind.

He respected himself.

That realization irritated her even more.

Adrian had not looked frightened when he rejected her. Nervous, perhaps. Careful, yes. But not weak. Most people around her bent so quickly that she often grew bored of them within minutes.

They laughed too hard at her jokes, agreed too quickly with her opinions, apologized even when she was wrong.

Adrian hadn’t.

And somehow, that tiny act of resistance echoed louder than every compliment she had ever received.

Kathrine sank slowly on

It wrapped around her thoughts like smoke, impossible to catch yet impossible to ignore.

“What is wrong with me?” she whispered.

She pressed her fingers against her chest. Her heartbeat was still restless,

I'm not usually attracted to boys "she said confidently.

Katherine right from a young age has been exposed to female dominated s*x life by her aunty, who took care of her while she was little, due to the situation of her dad's business and the loss or her mother during child birth.

Her aunt, Jennifer who would constantly invite a thick white lady to the house, when Katherine's dad was at work and they would express their unpopular love amongst each other, with Kathrine in the other room. To them they felt

"Kathrine was still to young to understand what was going on. but unknown to them she had emulated the act right from a young age and began practicing it when she became more aware, as a teen Kathrine would instruct maid Elise to touch her in ways that were not absurd to Elise,

Cheif Donovan

Katherine's father was not aware of what was going on in his mansion as he lived his life in a triangular manner, from work to house to work again.

he barely had the chance to check up or interact with his daughter, this was what the maids were meant to do keep Kathrine comfortable and satisfied.

Kathrine since birth has never been sexually attracted to any male figure at least not until she met Adrian.

Days passed, but Adrian refused to leave Kathrine’s mind.

She had started calling him in her dreams, the rejection Adrian gave her led to her desperation to want him more.

She drowned herself in shopping trips, expensive dinners, loud music, and endless attention from people desperate to please her. But every distraction dissolved eventually, and somehow her mind always wandered back to him.

The way he spoke carefully but firmly. The calmness in his eyes. The dignity he carried despite wearing a servant’s apron.

It haunted her.

At night, she replayed their encounter over and over until sleep finally dragged her under.

The next morning, during breakfast she found herself glancing through the windows just to catch sight of him working outside. Even Zera noticed the strange change in her behavior.

Kathrine had become distracted.

Obsessed.

And obsession, when mixed with privilege, could become something dangerous.

One afternoon, while watching Adrian clean her father’s black Mercedes in the driveway, an idea slowly unfolded in her mind.

Cruel. Impulsive. Perfect.

The house was quiet. Her father was away on a business call, and most of the staff were occupied inside.

Kathrine stepped into the garage silently, her heels clicking softly against the floor. She looked around once before grabbing a metal sculpture resting near the wall.

For a brief second, hesitation flickered through her mind.

Then she swung.

CRASH!

The glass shattered instantly, fragments scattering across the polished floor like frozen raindrops.

Her heartbeat raced.

Not from fear.

From excitement.

Minutes later, the mansion erupted into chaos.

“What happened to my car?!” her father thundered, storming through the garage with fury burning across his face.

The staff gathered nervously.

Kathrine folded her arms, pretending shock. “I saw Adrian around here earlier,” she said carefully. “He was washing it before I went inside.”

The accusation hung heavily in the air.

Adrian looked stunned. “Sir, I would never damage your car. I swear.”

But wealthy men rarely listened to servants when anger clouded their judgment.

“You careless boy!” her father snapped. “Do you know how much that glass costs?”

“Sir, please…”

“I’ll deduct half your salary this month. Maybe that will teach you to be more careful.”

Adrian’s face fell instantly.

Half his salary.

Kathrine watched quietly as disappointment darkened his expression. For the first time since she met him, she saw something close to helplessness in his eyes.

And strangely, instead of guilt, she felt power.

That evening, rain tapped softly against the windows of her bedroom while Kathrine sat restlessly on her bed. She kept thinking about Adrian’s face downstairs.

The frustration. The desperation. The pride struggling not to break.

She smiled faintly.

Now he needed her.

A knock came at her door later that night.

“Come in,” she said softly.

Adrian entered cautiously, his posture tense.

“You asked to see me concerning my remaining salary,” he said quietly. “Ma’am… please. I need the money to take care of my siblings.”

His voice carried exhaustion now, stripped of the calm confidence she admired.

Kathrine slowly stood up from the bed.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The room felt smaller somehow, wrapped tightly in silence and rain.

She walked toward him slowly, studying his face. Adrian avoided her eyes at first, but desperation eventually forced him to look up.

Kathrine stopped inches away from him.

“You need the money that badly?” she asked softly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“My father can be difficult,” she murmured. “But I can complete the salary for you.”

Relief flashed briefly across Adrian’s face.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said quickly. “Thank you so much.”

But Kathrine didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, she lifted her hand and gently held the back of his neck. Adrian stiffened instantly beneath her touch.

His breath caught.

Kathrine leaned closer until her lips were near his ear.

Then, in a quiet whisper that sent tension flooding the room, she said:

“Kiss me.”