cannibal; kendall roy

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Marguerite Garnier had accidentally introduced Siobhan Roy to Tom Wambsgans, and it had all happened because of Kendall Roy.

Well, that was where Marguerite chose to put the blame at least. She and Kendall had been on the outs. Really. They had been. It honestly wasn't complicated either. Really.

Kendall Roy's beloved wife had found Marguerite sleeping in their bed a week prior, and while Kendall had managed to excuse it as Shiv's drunken friend needing a place to stay for the night, for her reputation and all, Rava had begun to grow suspicious. Rightfully so. The girl had none of her clothes on when Rava had walked on, while Kendall had quickly tossed his on from the bathroom.

So he had suggested to Marguerite that they lay low for a bit. Stop seeing one another. Take a break.

She hadn't responded well to that.

So, she had in turn decided on bringing Tom Wambsgans to a Roy family affair that she had reluctantly been invited to.

Speaking of which, Tom had all but faded into her oblivion. He seemed to call her more than ever, text her, ask when they could see one another again, but she tended to give him vague answers, or just not respond. She just wasn't interested.

Tom, had been an odd fuck. But he was available when Kendall wasn't, and seemed to just enjoy the feeling of walking in her world, trailing behind her like a damn puppy. Tom was easily impressed. He liked the gold buttons on her elevator, greeted her doorman.

He didn't have her kind of wealth, but he could yearn for it.

It didn't even irritate her all that much, especially not under the circumstances in which she had decided to use him for the night. His role was to unknowingly rile Kendall up. Something that would be easy enough.

Any kind of attention given to Marguerite Garnier was something Kendall Roy paid attention to these days.

That was why he had photos and screenshots of the recent paparazzi shots of her on his phone.

Sure, they were on his break.

Didn't mean that he didn't want to see her. Or that he couldn't jerk off to what he did have.

And someone like Tom, who was practically filth to him, taking what he wanted to be his, it would piss him off royally.

Marguerite wanted that.

Only she hadn't anticipated for her puppy dog to wander off.

The night had started off easy enough, with Marguerite coaching the man as they traveled across New York, her hands picking at the suit he had chosen to wear for the occasion.

"They aren't scary, and they won't bite. They'll be on their best behavior" Marguerite says cheerfully as they made their way up the elevator "Really. They won't."

"I've heard other things from a few" he pauses for a minute "A few delectable sources."

"Really?" She asks "Like who?"

Marguerite wonders who he would even know, that would be able to give him a leg up here. He's far too unconnected to know anyone.

"It's nothing" Tom promises, waving a hand "What am I being introduced as?"

Marguerite thinks about it for a moment "Boyfriend" she says finally "You get the title of boyfriend. For the night at least."