Drake Imagines

Going Bad (Rated R)

Kendall POV

"I'm so excited," I was cheering in the car. We were going out to the club today. I hadn't had any fun in weeks because I've been working nonstop.

But now I can actually let loose. I know Drake wasn't too happy because he knew how I was at parties. I draw attention.

But I can't help it.

"No funny business today," he looks at me.

"Since when is there any funny business," I laugh. "Maybe funny business layer though," I wink.

He squeezes my thigh and we get to the parking of the club. I was already dancing in my seat.

"I'm a gorilla in a fuckin coupe, finna pull up to the zoo, nigga Who nigga, who the fuck is you. Ion know, nigga," I start singing. The music was so loud from outside the club.

"Relax," he laughs. We go inside and they check us into vip.

I immediately go to find the bar and get a couple shots in. "Relax with the drinking today. We still have to resume to our normal lives after this," Drake laughs.

"Babe let loose a lil," I tell him. I watched as everything felt fuzzy and the party started going hard.

Everyone was having a good time and I felt myself wandering into the crowd.

Work by Rihanna started and I don't have any control if you know me.

"Hey sexy," a brown haired guy smirks at me. He was very cute actually.

But I have a boyfriend.

"Hiii," I smiled. It didn't hurt to be nice.

"Curves for days, huh," he hands find my waste. I was swaying along to the music with him when someone grabs my hand.

"Si el agua fuese belleza, tú serías el océano entero," a man with black hair and tattoos grabs my hand and kisses it. He pulls me to where he's dancing.

I don't know what he said but it sounded beautiful.

"I love your accent," I thought I said.

"Te amo hermosa," He winks at me. I heard the music in the background switch and I started dancing with him.

He was really good to say the least. "Let me take you home," he looks at me intensely.

"You're funny," I laugh. I know I wasn't in my right mind but I knew I wasn't going home with him either.

"Hey," I hear a low voice. We turn and see Drake with a very pissed off expression on his face.

"Who's this love?"

Drake marched over here and grabbed my arm. "Babe let's go home."

"What are you doing?" The guy looks confused.

"Going home to fuck my wife," he drags me out of the club.

"Babeeeee I wasn't finished yet," I groan.

"Kendall you do this shit anytime we go out," he growls under his breathe.

Drake wasn't the type to get angry so I knew he was pissed off.

"Do what? Have fun," I pout. We get to the car and I stand my ground. "I'm not going home."

"Yes you are."

"Mope," I tell him. His eyes were darker than usual and he grabs my waste. "Don't play with me Kendall."

"Orrrrr what?"