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"so when are you and brendan getting together?" your sister asked.

you turned and exclaimed, "ANGELA!"

"what?" she exclaimed back.

"carey would not like that." you responded, cutting food for the kids' lunches.

your sister was angela price, wife of canadiens goaltender carey price. though you were just carey's sister-in-law, he always treated you as his actual sister. he was very protective of you.

"oh shush. carey doesn't like you being by a boy other than him. just ignore him. he's like a protective big brother." angela ranted.

"brendan is an asshole ang." you said.

"brendan is a character. i get it. but i think he likes you." she sang towards you.

you rolled your eyes at the thought of brendan liking you.

brendan was what angela said and a lot more. he had good and bad days. some days he was really nice, but other days felt like you could kill him. he was rude and full of attitude.

"oh speaking of brendan, we are going to the club tonight." angela spoke.

you groaned.

"oh come on y/n. you deserve a night at the club. it'll be fun." she pleaded.

you sighed quietly and nodded.

angela celebrated and you shook your head at you.

"when your done cutting that come upstairs, we're getting you ready."

"oh dear."

angela ran up the stairs and shortly after you ran upstairs.

"oh hi livi." you said tickling your niece as she giggled.

"y/n i have your outfit ready." she called from the closet.

you picked liv up and walked into the closet. you glanced at the wall where the outfit was hung. your mouth hung open.

"angela, i am NOT wearing that." you stated.

"oh yes you are y/n. you work hard for that body. why don't you show it off a bit?" she proposed.

hanging on the wall was tight black dress that went down to mid thigh and was pretty busty. that was already averagely scandalous. the icing on the cake was the see-through mesh panel on the abdomen.

"angi..." you hesitated, "i work out for myself. not men."

"i know i know, but this is for yourself too. showing off your body is not an invitation for anyone. it is you showing off what you earned and you are HOT." angela smiled.

"fine. i'll try it, but if i don't like it i take it off and you can choose something less showy." you pointed at the dress.

"deal." angela said.

you put the dress on. for not liking it a minute ago, you now thought it was perfect. it accentuated everything perfectly while showing off the toned abdomen you worked so hard for.

you walked out of the closet, "okay i love it."

angela's eyes were so open they looked as if they were going to fall out.

"auntie y/n is so pretty." liv exclaimed.

you smiled at her and picked her up again.

"livi you're are the prettiest."

"damn y/n." angela gawked.

at the club

"you look beautiful y/n." carey complimented, "so beautiful that i'm going to need to follow you in case anyone tries anything."

you laughed.

"oh no carey price. you're sticking by my side tonight. don't bother her. let her have her fun." angela reprimanded her husband.

"please be safe y/n." carey pleaded.

you nodded hugging him, "i promise carey."

angela pulled carey off with a wave and you were left alone. you walked up to the bar and ordered a drink.

"oh y/n." you heard an annoying voice ring through your ears.

you rolled your eyes and turned around, "oh hi brendan."

his eyes travelled up and down your body. you smirked, blushed, and turned your back to him.

"oh my god that's my ex." brendan said.

you turned around and saw a girl that looked like a bitch to say the least. fitting for brendan.

"shit. she's coming over here." brendan whispered.

"why should i care?" you hissed.

brendan put his hands on your hips and pulled you in to kiss you.

"thank god. she went the other way." brendan said, nonchalantly.

"what the fuck was that brendan?" you shoved him off of you.

you stormed off, but he was on your tail. you got in your car and noticed that brendan was nowhere to be seen. you took a deep breath and dug your head into the steering wheel.

he just kissed you for no reason. well not for no reason, because he wanted to make his ex jealous. brendan was really an asshole.

you drove to carey and angela's house. you had been living in their house while getting your medical degree in montréal.

you walked quickly into the big house and didn't even bother to kick off the heels you had on. you paced around the living room until you heard a knock on the door.

you walked to the door, each doorstep sending the sound of your clicking heel throughout the house.

you answered the door and saw the familiar boy.

"oh fuck it's you." you mumbled under your breath trying to close the door.

he put his hand in the door, "wait please."

you looked around, "fine, but if you say anything i don't like you're out."

he nodded and walked into the price household.

"i'm sorry." he said quietly, glancing at the floor.

"sorry?" you exclaimed, "you disrespect me and all you say is sorry?" you continued to ramble on.

some may say this is called overreacting, but at the time it seemed rational. something about the situation was sitting differently with you.

"could you be quiet for one second so i could explain myself?" brendan pleaded.

you paused and looked at him in disbelief, "come over here and make me."

"if you insist."

he forcefully backed you into the wall. your back was flat against the wall. you could feel his hot breath against your bare skin.

contrary to his last forceful act, he snaked his hand into your hair and laid a delicate kiss on your lips.

"i got you to shut up." he whispered into your ear.

"kiss me again gallagher."

"if you insist."

"OH HELL NO"

you looked up shocked. you saw a smirking angela and next to her,

big brother carey looking furious

"whoops." brendan shrugged as you blushed.