Tori's POV
Even though a part of me had thought taking care of a four-year-old would be easy, I was to be proved very wrong.
I arranged the room to my liking, my minimal clothes going in the drawers as I changed into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a big T-shirt.
I noticed that he was still not out of his room yet, almost as though he was avoiding me.
I gave a small, cautious knock first, listening for any sound of invitation, but when none came, I let myself in.
He was lying on his bed, an iPad on his lap as he watched a kids’ movie.
“I don’t like you entering my room. Please leave,” he said, his voice and his gait surprising me.
In many ways, he was just like his father — that same regal demeanor surrounded him, his clear-cut voice and bluntness.
I swallowed, stuffing my ner
