rich kid asshole

Simon Deaumont • 21 • Student at UCLA Asshole by charm, wealthy from birth. Not much interested in anything but learning how the world works.

[mannynotmanuela-blog]

#my beach house misses you

[simon-deaumont-blog]

mannynotmanuela:

You are laying it on pretty thick tonight. Are you really that desperate to try to get into my pants?

I am far from desperate, consider it an acquired taste for the moment.

[mannynotmanuela-blog]

#my beach house misses you

[simon-deaumont-blog]

mannynotmanuela:

Simon… Just… do you ever stop talking such bullshit?

I don’t bullshit I make things happen, you on the other hand believe in denying yourself or the best thing in life. Myself.

[simon-deaumont-blog]

jackson-deaumont:

“I like three things, fast cars, fast women, and making money at the end of the day.” he laughed as he sipped his beer looking at the other person, “Now you can’t tell me that you don’t feel the same.” 

The boy sighed, listening to his brother talk was like looking into the future and honestly we wasn't enjoying it. “ I feel good when I slide my card and walk out the store with anything I want. The most work I want to be doing is laying under a model as she tells me her boyfriend is antiquate.” 

[mannynotmanuela-blog]

#my beach house misses you

[simon-deaumont-blog]

mannynotmanuela:

Ugh. You know what? Just leave me alone. Go fuck yourself because I’m not in the mood.

I have never seen a woman become hostile when they are offered diamonds. Did I not make you cum three times in one night, that counts for something.

[mannynotmanuela-blog]

#my beach house misses you

[simon-deaumont-blog]

mannynotmanuela:

Is that suppose to make me feel special,Simon? Really? I’m nauseous.

Oh what’s wrong, am i not charming enough for you? Do you want diamonds?

[mannynotmanuela-blog]

#my beach house misses you

[simon-deaumont-blog]

mannynotmanuela:

You mean you miss me?

Let me rephrase that, my bed misses you.

[dailydeutch]

[simon-deaumont-blog]

aerika--reid:

“That’s a perk but you need to focus if you want people to take you seriously. If you want to open a club your business degree could be helpful.” she said truthfully. “besides you’re going to run the club, you need booze, electricity, heat, you need school for all of that Si.” Rubbing his arm she offered him a smile. “Adventure and Art.”

“ People take me seriously, why the fuck wouldn't they. In what way? I’ve got the money and the resources to hire others. A degree is a piece of paper and teachers are assholes.” He mumbled. Only really proving Aerika’s point. He knew she was right, yet the brat in him only proved itself. “I don’t know where school fits in but I can’t drop out so I might as well try or bribe my way to pass.” An eager hand slipped between her thighs giving it a rough squeeze.

[simon-deaumont-blog]

aerika--reid:

“You want me to tutor you in things I don’t even study, why don’ you ask Grayson considering he graduated or better yet pay for a tutor. You’re smart Simon, lazy but smart I know you can do this.” Offering him a smile as he followed up his statements. “I don’t need an island, I need Paris and Parisian adventures. However I’ll be here this summer so you won’t be let down.”

“because you’ll keep me in line with sex and Grayson just throws the truth in my face. I hate the fucking truth. It’s unappealing.” He wined. “Smart, lazy, shit either way I don’t want to be in school. I don’t need a degree to open up my own club.” The boy had been day dreaming more than usual lately. And though he was very ignorant to the fact. He needed school. “What’s in Paris?”

[aerika--reid-blog]

“It is, shame you haven’t every had to do it.” she snarked at him. “I don’t think I could prove responsibility with your grades if I was tutoring you. Oh your dick is always happy to see me, I’m the only one who hasn’t let him down.” she replied playing with her straw. “I wish I was so inclined.” 

[simon-deaumont-blog]

“ My parents want the degree I just want the damn credit.” He admitted. “Then tutor me the right way. No literally, I’ve been pointed out for plagiarism and now the dean is on my ass about it. No, you haven’t. He usually has the most fun around summer time.” Quirking a brow he shook his head “I’ll buy you your own island then, how about that.”

[aerika--reid-blog]

“I can ride your dick and still get a 4.0 thank you for the vote of confidence. I’m trying to prove I’m an adult so my parents will pay for me to study a semester in Paris. Which takes a lot in my family.” Aerika almost choked on her water at his statement, “Why are you even allowed a bank account?”

[simon-deaumont-blog]

“ Is that what they call multitasking? If you need help proving that let me give them a call, tell them how well their daughter is at tutoring. My dick certainly appreciates it. No really, look at it now” He mused. “Because money is meant to be spent.”

[simon-deaumont-blog]

aerika--reid:

“No I’m taking three classes this summer, Sculpture, Woodworking, and Calculus. I’m going to kill myself with the math class, art students don’t do math, shit I hate myself already.” Aerie chuckled shaking her head. “What about you, what are you doing this summer?”

“Overachiever, it’s almost summer and you’re bombarding yourself with classes. Shit, when did you become the token child, with all that work who else is going to ride my dick.” The boy murmured with a smug smile.”Ahhh, thinking of buying a island. Could be great, could turn into a horror film.”

[erikkaperez-blog]

Party at My Crib-Erikka & Simon IP

[simon-deaumont-blog]

erikkaperez:

If there was were two words that could describe Erikka it would be professional stalker. It paid extremely well and her 3,000 boots would totally agree. It had been four weeks since she had received details about the current job she was on. It had taken hacking into one of her co workers email and playing one of her many alter egos. Today was the day she would finally get this job done and over with. Simon Deaumont’s parents had a 1.5 million dollar painting that could fit in her purse without anyone noticing. It was why she had spent her time duplicating it. Her plan was simple. Go in and trade it with the original and no one would ever know. Her copy was exactly the same. It would take art experts to truly see that this one wasn’t real. Simon was famous for throwing house parties at his mansion and Erikka knew of this party thanks to Grayson. But she wasn’t going to go the event uninvited. 

She parked her car a few feet from Simon’s house  and waited until she saw him outside greeting a few of his friends. She quickly got out and ran up to him looking lost. “Oh hi? Uhm.. Wow. You’re Simon right?” She smiled and looked around like a lost puppy with big brown eyes. “I’m kind of lost. I was suppose to be interviewing someone for Lethal but I ended up getting stuck in traffic and now I’m completely lost.” Her phone vibrated in her pocket and she sighed. “They just canceled.. Great.” 

A night like this was typical in the world of the young Deaumont. Large house with many rooms and the credit cards at his finger tips to use to his disposal, beyond school and the mandatory social life he used to keep himself current in the world of spoiled rich brats, Simon found comfort in his regular weekly weekend parties. The boy surrounded himself by people he never liked and women he wished to sleep with, between the mix of it all he found comfort in knowing that he was better than most of these people he shared his home and alcohol with. However without them he would be nothing. The only person he ever found remotely trustworthy and considered to be family was Grayson. Though they where total opposites, they spent a majority of their time together. Grayson actually complimented the boy, though he would never say that out loud. Simon wouldn't but much of anywhere without his right hand man. But tonight, here he was hosting another of of his events but this time riding solo.

Standing out front he shot the avid part goers a cheeky grin while taking a sip from the glass he held in hand.  Without fully paying attention, his eyes fell onto a familiar face. He couldn't say just where he had seen her, all that he knew he had seen her somewhere before. Stepping a bot closer to her he leaned in closer to listen to her. "I can't hear you over the music. Speakers cost a pretty penny but they've done their job and left me a bit death." He pointed out. He was barely paying attention to what she was saying, he was very good and looking like he was. Taking another sip from his cup he placed on hand on he arm, slightly caressing it. "That's too bad. Sounds like they missed out on a beauty making their little shit life actually mean something. If you're not busy......you should come in side and grab a drink. I'll take you on a personal tour of the place. I'm the only thing you'll ever want to write about." 

[kirtyboneta-blog]

I kinda want to know what your weekend activities are but then again I am afraid to ask. No. No don’t tell me! Shush.

[simon-deaumont-blog]

Oh you're no fun, or do you just like the idea of wondering about it all on your own.

[olliemckay-blog]

Oh so now who sounds jealous?  What Grayson and I do we do behind closed doors and it’s only between us and the sheets. Speaking of relationships, when are you going to settle down? You still thinking about ordering a Russian bride or are your parents going to buy you one from around here?

[simon-deaumont-blog]

Still you it appears. Sounds like a time full of regret and dirty laundry, feel free to keep the stories to yourself. Between it not being my cup of vodka and me literally not giving a shit it'd be a waist of breath. I've already ordered about three and they all specialize in their own thing. One cooks, one cleans and the other one is good at taking off her clothes. That's as close to settling down I will ever come.

[erikkaperez-blog]

#is that a fucking tipi?

[erikkaperez-blog]

Oh no I didn’t sleep in it. We just set it up and ended up on the couches around 3 in the morning. It was just a dollar so I don’t think it felt too bad. Oh yes she does.. I mean I do. Erikka with two k’s. Or one k. I don’t really mind. I’m just gonna put out there that I am awkward  and you are very cute. Sorry.

[simon-deaumont-blog]

So basically all for the aesthetic. If it where me I would have felt cheap, then again that word in a sentence involving my name never happens. Two K's, bet that rolls right off the tongue. No kidding, well, that's nothing I can't help you break. Cute is for babies. I am Simon by the way.

[simon-deaumont-blog]

#this is kinda disturbing...

What that? That's just our normal Thursday activities.