[Third person POV]
Everything sucked; he hated how he told the truth, but he was glad he did at the same time. He has been rejected multiple times; the reason he even pursued her was how she challenged him most intellectually.
He truly liked her as a person; he could have loved her if she were his friend, which is how he wanted to approach it at first, until he found out she hated her, then his approach became rather blurred.
"Ah… boss man, you decided to come to the club tonight, that is a change, since we stepped on this cruise ship, you have been scarce," Carl chimes as he sees Heath approach the bar table.
"Yeah… I have been busy with some stuff," he says bitterly.
He never thought he would hate Carl; he was aware he was a bit annoying and quite an ass-kisser, but from the day he met him, he never thought he would hate him like this.
"Whiskey?" Carl asked, and Heath just nodded yes.
"So, what brings boss man here? Problem with love?" Carl asked bitterly, though Heath and Fiona fighting was good news to him, he still hated the thought of them together.
"Something like that."
"Come on, boss man, don't frown, you are Heath Duncan, you can get any girl you want," Carl cheers, "let us just get drunk and get some girls," he winks at Heath with a smirk on his face.
"I will pass on the girls, knock yourself out," Heath says, emptying his glass before putting it on the table and standing to leave.
Carl angrily grinds his teeth, "You know, boss man, I have a small advice for you about love."
"Is that so?" Heath stops from walking away before looking at Carl, who was glaring at him, "Are you going to tell me what the advice is or not?"
"Oh… yeah," he says, before standing up, "stay away from Fiona."
Heath could believe his ears, this man had the nerve, the nerve to get a chance to love someone like Fiona and botch the whole chance and still think that he has a right to her.
"You are quite stupid, aren't you, Carl?" Heath says angrily.
"You two better not start trouble," the bartender yells to avert whatever storm that was brewing.
Heath reached into his pocket before putting his car on the table, "close his tab," he told the bartender, who just nodded nervously.
"The rich boss man," Carl mocked, "Fiona wouldn't care about your money, man."
"I know, it is diabolical how you think you still have a chance with her, Carl. You think because you had a chance to date her, you can tell any man who wants to be with her to back off?" Heath asked.
Carl had never felt so heated that he wanted to punch this man in the face, because it was his fault in the first place; if this man didn't glamorize his life, Carl wouldn't be led astray, and Fiona would still be his.
"So, you are going after my ex? How unruly of you, Mr. Duncan," he says, getting closer to Heath.
"Here is your card, sir. Enjoy the rest of your night," the bartender chimes, doing all in her power to stop these two men from brawling.
"Thank you, I will get going," Heath says, "and Carl, a word of advice, you have no power over Fiona or who she dates, and I'd better not find out you were the one who pushed her, because you will lose more than your job."
Carl watched as Heath walked away, and he couldn't believe this. He knew he had ruined all his chances with Fiona, and now his boss was going to get the love he would have been getting, the love he was getting.
Heath Duncan was a man that Carl once idolized; he had wished to be everything like him, and to be like Heath, he didn't mind losing Fiona, but now he realizes it's too late, that he too had something Heath Duncan valued, a lovely woman willing to love him unconditionally.
"Hey…. Get me another drink," Carl yells, "make it strong, very strong."
"But your tab was closed."
"Open another one, geez."
He drowns his sorrows; maybe it's his fault, Heath never asked him to chat about Fiona, nor did he ask him to follow his way of living. Carl was just mesmerized by Heath's life; he forgot a lot about his happiness.
But Heath is still Carl's friend; he should not go after someone Carl already dated and someone Carl is still willing to take back.
"Boss man, open the door," Carl yells drunkenly as he knocks at Heath's cabin door.
He tried, he really tried to restrain himself from fighting Heath, after all, he was his idol, but he could not let this happen.
"Come on, big man, you are brave enough to steal other people's girls, you should be brave enough to face me," he continues to yell.
He raises his hand to knock yet again, but Heath's door flies open, "What the hell are you making noise for this late? Fiona is sleeping, and you will wake her up."
Just the statement that leaves his mouth makes Carl mad. How dare he speak of Fiona like they are besties, like he knows her, like he loves her?
"You filthy…..." Carl cussed as he swung to punch Heath, but he dunks, making Carl even madder.
"Can you stop being stupid? It is late, and you will wake Fiona up, and she is not feeling well," Heath hissed, making Carl laugh bitterly.
"Wow, you care so much about that sl*t, where is that sl*t, making us fight while she sleeps peacefully," Carl mocked, walking to Fiona's door before knocking vigorously.
"Do not talk about Fiona like that, you will regret it, Carl. I am letting you get away with talking to me like that because you are a very important person to me, but do not talk about Fiona like that ever."
Carl ignores Heath's warning and laughs continue to knock on Fiona's door angrily, "Hey, sl*t, wake up, come here and witness how you rift apart a good friendship because of your smelly v*gina."
"Carl! I will give you a final warning. Stop disturbing Fiona and do not talk to her like that, ever." Heath felt like his head was going to explode. He didn't want to escalate things; Carl was clearly drunk and wasn't thinking straight.
"Shut up, you have no right to tell me what to do and how to act, she deserves it, she deserves being an orphan, she deserves having her family run away from her, she deserves having men dump her, that sl*t deserves..."
Before Carl could even finish his rant, Heath had already knocked him to the ground before getting on top of him and punching him angrily.
"What the hell!" Fiona yells as she catches the two fights, "Heath Duncan, stop it!"
She had quickly sprang into action, pulling Heath off Carl, who was busy screaming for his life, "Talk about Fiona like that again and you will regret it, Carl," Heath warned.
Carl had started laughing bitterly, wiping the blood off his nose, "Wow, you two are made for each other, you both little traitors, and you deserve each other, two little sl*ts," he taunted.
Heath was angered by his words enough to want to free himself from Fiona's grip to beat him yet again.
"Heath! Stop it, it is not worth it," Fiona warned, "Carl! Stop your nonsense, you are drunk, go to your room and sober up."
Fiona had dragged Heath into her room, who was unwilling to still angry enough to fight Carl, pain that is all Carl felt. Fiona didn't even check on him, the one who was bruised and bloodied; all she did was care for Heath, and he had completely lost her.