Jealousy towards my actress

“Uh…you ready to go?” “Yeah let me go get my bag.” She ran into her dressing room and quickly came back with her gray duffel bag.
We walked out to the car and she unlocked the door with her keys and got in the driver seat.
I opened my door and stepped in.
She started the engine and pushed her bag to the back seat.
I put on my seat belt and looked out the window.
I was still mad at her because when I asked if there were any kissing scenes involved she told me no.
Naya reached over and grabbed by hand and placed it to her lips.
“Babyyy.” She cooed.
I tried to hide my smile and placed my free hand over my mouth.
“What’s wrong?” She asked.
I shook my head and slid my hand out of her grasp.
“Are you jealous?” She said narrowing her eyes.
I didn’t answer her and she sighed loudly and rolled her eyes.
I bit my lip and rested my head on my hand.
“You know I’m getting sick of your jealousy.” she said.
“I didn’t say I was jealous.” I said raising my voice.

Her hands gripped the wheel tightly as I felt the tension build up in the car.
When we arrived at home I went upstairs to our bedroom and stripped to my booty shorts and a white cami.
I turned around and slammed into Naya.
She towered over me and I tried to walk past her.
“Not so fast.” She said grabbing my wrist.
“You think you’re gonna get jealous again and get away with it.” She said seductively.
Naya dragged me to the bed and pushed me down.
She had stripped to her bra and panties and was looking over my body.
“You look so good baby.” I commented.
“Hush.” She said looking around the room.
She sat behind me and grabbed my tits through my cami and pulled it down and played with them a little bit.