BRYSON’s HOME
Bryson held onto his head as the noise coming from downstairs rang in his ears like a morning bell.
“What the hell!” he cursed, yanking off the duvet to find the intruder in his space. His mornings are always peaceful; he didn’t realize a noisy neighbor was now living next door.
Still confused by the direction of the noise. Bryson’s eyes practically jutted out of their sockets when it dawned on him that the noise was coming from his home, mainly his kitchen. The mess in front of him almost made him pass out. Never has his kitchen been in such a rowdy state. There was flour dust and several other stains on the kitchen island, along with butter packets and other items; he had no idea what they were. Amid the chaos were Chantelle and Emma. One mounted the mixer behind the w
