Poseidon hated when she was appreciated by other men. It might as well have been Zeus poking around. Amphitrite had been his for so long that Poseidon has forgotten what it meant to be without her. It was one thing to ignore her, but for her to do the same? Not allowed.
He wasn't in his usual suit and tie, but he was in a dark blue cardigan, jeans and expensive shoes. He watched Amphitrite from a distance, like he once had before. This time there was no Delphin here this time to persuade her and plead his case. Poseidon had to do that on his own.
But every time he caught one of those ghastly mortal men touching her and placing her in a new position his blood boiled. The waves crashed harder onto shore each time she flirted the camera with her beauty.