T's & C's (don't) Apply

25. (Not) Her Type

Kai's POV

Duncan sat beside me at the bar with a smug expression. I wanted to slap that look off his face but he won fair and square. 

"Good game, mate." Duncan raised his beer. 

I hated losing. I felt like a complete failure if I lost at anything. I'd always been good at sports, no matter the kind. From football to rugby and even cricket, I excelled. If it were up to me, I would've worked towards becoming a professional sportsman. 

However, for the first time, Duncan beat me at golf. I would've let a small loss slide but I played like shit. 

I believed in sportsmanship so no matter how much I hated my failure, I lifted my glass and tapped it against Duncan's. 

Duncan took a large sip of beer and relaxed against his chair. "I never thought I'd see the day I lose to the mighty Kaidan." 

"You just got lucky." 

"Alright, if that's what you call slacking off on your part." 

"I didn't slack off on anything," I quickly defended myself. 

"Fine, then how about a re-match tomorrow?" 

I took a sip of my drink and shook my head. "Don't feel like playing golf." 

"Football?" Duncan suggested. 

I shook my head. "Not in the mood for that."

"Rugby?" 

"A ruined face isn't a good look for your profession." 

Duncan chuckled. "You're using every excuse in the book to say you aren't in the mood for anything." 

I leaned back against my chair and took another sip of my whiskey. "Lazy Sundays are a must sometimes." 

Duncan seemed to read my face for a moment. "Is Clover overworking you that much?" 

I still wasn't used to Duncan using her name as if they were old mates. As far as I knew they only met through me a handful of times. Most of those were because Duncan brought me back home sloshed. I didn't recall much about it and never asked but I was suddenly curious. 

"No matter what she says, I'm still her boss," I stated. "I'm curious though..." 

Duncan gulped down another lot of beer. "I'm curious too."

I frowned slightly. "About?" 

"You go first." 

"Since when have you and Co-Clover become such pals?" 

Duncan rubbed over his chin for a long moment. "I wouldn't say we're pals... yet."

"Yet?" 

"Thanks to you, we keep meeting, so I don't see the harm in being friends. She seems nice." 

"Nice," I scoffed. 

"She's always nice to me which brings me to my question." Duncan leaned closer slightly. "Is she single?" 

I was taken aback by his question. For as long as I'd known Duncan which was basically my whole life, he'd only been in three relationships. All were serious and, in the end, he was let down. He was a good guy but his main focus had always been his career. 

Duncan was raised by an alcoholic, deadbeat mom who didn't care about him. We met in primary school and became friends from day one. I used to invite him over all the time and even Dad grew fond of him. Duncan naturally became a part of the family and the brother I never had. He was so much like family that Dad financially contributed to his education and was proud of his achievements thus far. Duncan considered my family his too and sometimes I felt he was closer to Dad than I was.