Accidentally in Love [Brett Hand x OC]

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a/n: sorry, it's been a while guys🫦

Reagan and Brett gathered them all back into the main meeting room, and Reagan brought around glasses of champagne.

"Sorry, guys." Reagan said as she handed out the glasses, "I said things would be different with me as CEO. If we go down, we go down together."

"A toast to the best group of coconspirators anyone could ask for." Brett announced, before they all took a sip.

"Huh. I have a weird urge to tell someone whatever the opposite of a lie is." Gigi said, "Wh... what is that called again?"

"That's because I put Andre's truth serum in your drinks." Reagan said proudly.

"Bitch." Theo mumbled, her arms crossed.

"You truth-roofied us?" Myc exclaimed.

"I prefer tru-fied. It's more playful. Now you're all gonna talk!" Reagan approached Gigi first, "Gigi, are you the mole?"

"No!"

"Then why were you applying to join the Illuminati?"

"Because they're the Prada of secret societies, and you all ignore me." Gigi yelled, "I don't think any of you even know what my damn last name is!"

"It's Thompson." Theodora murmured, slightly offended that she was lumped into a group with the rest of them.

"I thought it was Luigi." Myc said tentatively.

"Gigi Luigi? I'm gonna kick whatever you have instead of an ass!" Gigi leaned over the table.

"This is good. We're talking, letting out our truths." Brett said nervously, "Myc, are you the mole?"

"Hell no. But we're telling the truth? Well, I got some truth bombs for you." Myc pointed his tentacle at everyone around the table, "I've been in your minds all year. I know all your dirty little secrets."

"Gigi and Andre having been hooking up for over a year!" Myc started, and no one on the table seemed to be in that great shock, it was pretty much general knowledge.

"Brett thinks Reagan and Theo's mom is hot, and Theo thinks Brett's dad is hot." Myc said, making Brett eye the Ridley sisters guiltily. Theodora raised her eyebrows in shock and also amusement as Myc continued,

"Reagan has a Carl Sagan fetish," Reagan's look of judgement turned into shame, "and Glenn has had sex dreams about all of us!"

"Oh my gosh!"

"Jesus Christ."

Everyone grimaced and glared at Glenn accusingly, feeling violated. "Damn you, mushroom!" Glenn yelled, slamming his fists onto the table, "This is why I've been secretly trying to get your fungal ass deported back to the centre of the Earth!"

"You've been trying to deport Myc?" Reagan gasped.

"Dolphin versus mushroom. This is like watching Planet Earth." Andre giggled, making the group turn to him.

"Shut your bong hole, Tommy Chong." Myc snapped, "Everyone here just uses you to get drugs, and you're definitely the mole."

"I... I'm not the mole, I'm not even a real doctor." Andre said, and everyone gasped, "I flunked out of med school my first year. My PhD is photoshopped from an episode of Doc McStuffins!"

"Andre, you did my dolphin surgery!" Glenn yelled, "You literally said the words, 'Trust me, I'm a doctor.'"

"That's just a turn of phrase." Andre shrunk back into his seat defensively, "'I'm a doctor.' 'Where's the beef?' 'Gigi, I am never frightened by our sexual encounters.'"