Damn monkey suit. Who'd have thought Ink and Cherie would not only tie the knot, but insist on this formal collaring ceremony? He didn't do formal, suits, or families, yet here he was stuck at Ink's parents’ place, forced to witness the collaring of yet another sub he'd played with. Or should that be the leg shackling of the man he considered his best friend? His skin itched, and his already dark mood deepened as Ink fastened the permanent collar around Cherie's neck, after she whispered her consent. The woman looked fucking gorgeous in her fifties inspired, elegant turquoise dress, which showed off her abundant curves, yet screamed elegance. Gone were the days of her hiding all that bounty. Grisha had been there when Ink had chosen her dress, and the man sure knew how to dress a woman. Ink and Cherie kissed amidst much cheering of the assembled small crowd of well-wishers, and Grisha ground his teeth. He needed to get away from here. All this happily ever after stuff could give a man the hives.
