I Went on a Date with My Brother’s Friend – Turned out It Was a Trap

“I can’t. I already told you I don’t have that kind of money,” I replied, feeling trapped and humiliated.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed. A message from Adam: “How’s the date going there, Sister? ;)”

I felt a surge of anger. I showed Stewart the message. “Did Adam know you couldn’t afford all this?”

Stewart looked genuinely confused. “Well, I don’t know. He just set us up. But—”

“Then what’s with the car? How can you afford it? You need good credit to drive something like that.”

He sighed, looking defeated. “Adam hired the car for me. Said it would impress you. He also said he’d put money into my account to cover the date, but now I realize he never did.”

I turned to the security guard. “Sir, can we step outside to avoid disturbing the other diners? I’ll call someone to settle the bill.”

Outside, the night air was sharp and cool. The security guard followed, standing a few feet away to make sure we didn’t run. I dialed Adam, barely holding back my anger.

“Jess! How’s the date?”

“Adam, what the heck did you do? Stewart can’t pay the bill! It’s huge. You said he was good for it. How could you do this to me?”

He chuckled. “Relax, Jess. Just spicing up your life a bit. Use your card if you have to.”

“Are you kidding me? Get down here and fix this mess. Now.”

“Alright, alright. Don’t blow a gasket. I’m on my way,” he said, still laughing.

I hung up, seething. “He’s coming. Let’s wait.”