It was a cold winter night in 2025.
The city was quiet, the streets nearly empty, but inside a small place near the office district, there was still life.Three friends sat around a table, trying to forget the exhaustion of another long workday.
The table was filled with half-eaten dishes and glasses of beer.
Laughter came easily.
After all, moments like these were the only thing that broke the endless routine of work, reports, and meetings.
Frank was in the middle of telling an exaggerated story when suddenly, Nate's phone started ringing.
Nate glanced at the screen.
His expression changed instantly.
He sighed.
"…This woman again," he muttered.
He answered quickly. His voice shifted at once, turning soft and submissive.
"H-hey, babe… yeah… I'm here with the guys, just having dinner and a drink…"
Before he could finish, he pulled the phone away from his ear with a grimace.
A loud voice exploded from the other side.
"Again with those useless idiots? What did I tell you? You better not come back smelling like alcohol! Do you hear me?!"
Frank and Alex could hear her shouting from across the table.
Nate brought the phone back to his ear, nervous.
"Yeah, babe… I understand… I'll be home soon."
He hung up.
Then grabbed his jacket.
"Sorry, guys. I've got to go before she makes me sleep outside."
There was a brief silence.
And then—
Frank and Alex burst out laughing.
"She's got you trained like a dog," Frank said, throwing an arm over his shoulder. "Seriously, man… I feel bad for you."
Nate rolled his eyes.
But before he could respond, Alex spoke.
"Funny. You're the last person who should be saying that."
Frank frowned.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Alex shrugged.
"We've known each other since we were nineteen… and I've never seen you with a girl."
He paused.
"Actually… have you ever had a girlfriend?"
Frank's smile froze.
Nate leaned forward, suddenly interested.
"Now that I think about it… Alex is right. That's kind of weird."
He looked Frank up and down.
"You come from a rich family, you're good-looking… don't tell me…"
He smirked.
"You're gay?"
Frank immediately smacked him on the head.
"Of course not, idiot!"
He leaned back in his chair, trying to regain his composure.
"I've had girlfriends. Plenty, actually. Hundreds."
In reality…
He was lying.
But Frank kept talking with the same confidence as always.
"And if you don't believe me, I can prove it."
He crossed his arms.
"I can make any woman fall in love with me in just 30 days."
Alex didn't laugh.
He looked at him seriously.
"Then let's make a bet."
Frank blinked.
"A bet?"
"Yeah," Alex said. "You've got 30 days to make someone fall in love with you… and introduce her to us."
Nate raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Alex continued:
"If you win, Nate and I will do anything you want for a month."
Then he smiled.
"But if you lose… you'll have to post those photos from last summer on your social media."
Frank went pale.
"T-the photos from last year…?"
A memory hit him like a brick.
That night, he had drunk way too much.
Way too much.
His friends had convinced him to go out into the street wearing nothing but his underwear… and a clown wig… while they took pictures.
And the worst part…
He barely remembered it.
Frank shook his head, trying to push the memory away.
There was no way he could let that go public.
He hesitated.
Just for a second.
But when he spoke again, the words came out on their own.
"…Fine. I accept."
Alex smiled.
"I have conditions."
Frank's eyes widened.
"What?! More rules?"
Alex raised one finger.
"First: you can't use your money to win her over."
Another.
"Second: you're not allowed to use your family name. Everyone in this city knows it."
A third.
"She has to be someone you don't know at all."
Then came the final rule.
"And if you fall in love first…"
He smiled.
"You lose."
Frank let out a confident laugh.
"Me? Fall in love? Please."
He stood up from his chair.
"I can prove to you—and to anyone—that I can have any woman I want in my arms."
But the moment he turned around, no longer facing his friends…
All the color drained from his face.
Because deep down, he knew one thing.
He had just accepted the stupidest bet of his life.